His Princess

Sometimes I wish, that our eyes would talk
Let them form their own words, express all’s worth.
I wish there was a language for us, that we’d understand,
Of imploring looks, overwhelmed heart and an open hand.

Happiness is so hard, hard to write about
Than unrequited love, and a broken heart,
But that love, that fills a pot, and more spills over-
Oh, there are no words to tell, to describe that ever!

Then there’s you, like the warmth of a fire,
Hearts beating frantically, the souls laid bare
A hope and a love, unequaled joy and lost despair,
Of dreams locked away, thoughts that would scare.

Unbending there was you, scaring away nightmares,
Making all the hidden-away wishes come true-
Telling me of love, of timelessness and forevers
Words and worlds of fairy tales, lived by few!

I was an old soul, new to love, new to being adored,
Stars shined in my heart, and magic in his eyes-
Was I worth all this, and then some more?
He told me, I was, I was! His princess, I was!


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About Guria

An Artist in Science - I am a Misfit 'cause I choose to be one. "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform" And I am a Maverick, because, I'm... umm... brilliant?
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3 Responses to His Princess

  1. midimike says:

    I agree. Love is hard to write about, but you did a great job!

    Like

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