The First - Poem by Mon Fur
Princess, princess up in the tower,
Would you look down on me?
Because down here, i hold a flower,
That I picked from overseas
And in each petal holds my love,
Which is forever yours.
Greater than the stars above,
More gentle than the singing dwarves.
Each one softer than a butterfly's kiss,
And a fragrance so sweet; eternal bliss.
Look down on me, princess, my love.
My dream come true, the angel above.
Come down from your tower,
And let us meet.
I can’t wait to see your beauty up close,
From your head to your feet.
And once you’re down, let me hold you tight,
To cherish the moment that feels so right.
And from now on, together we’ll stay
Together forever, for the rest of our days.
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