This Is No Bull-Frog
She, a princess, skipped into the glade
Holding sunshine captive in her eyes
She made the flowers and trees stand up high
As they all turned toward her, to see
Any to look upon her beauty, would surely succumb
Yet, unknown, was all that to her,
As innocence was her captor and bore strength
As she is innocence and innocence she
I, a mere tad, among the beauty in nature
Hold no place before her crystal eyes
Yet, this princess, this innocent sweet girl
Made me feel like a king, a crown holding being
It was she that brought me to life
Her presence alone made me feel larger than true
But, it was her kiss, that special first, not last, kiss
She turned me into the man I am today
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