Sweet Prince - Poem by Queen Bee
I cannot explain why i call you my prince,
maybe because i hold you in that regard.
From the day you found me and well... ever since,
I have felt confused, happy, i let down my guard.
So take the time that we shared together,
the moment we had that felt so intimate.
I wanted the moment to last forever,
and i hoped it would... e'en as the hour turned late.
When you brushed your fingers upon my flesh,
and pushed the hair away from my eyes.
When our lips touched I could almost confess,
that joys and sorrows that have plagued my life.
And when the moment at last seemed about to end,
I held on to you tight just wanting to feel,
your presence before me... the touch of your hand.
I couldn't believe you weren't fantasy...but real.
Hearing the sound of your beating heart,
I held you close to feel the warmth that you give.
And even when it came...the moment to part,
I knew i would remember this as long as i lived.
Whatever this is...however far it may go,
I guess what i wanted to tell you is i love you so.
(Sonnet for the Sweet Prince )
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