My Prince
Holds me tight in his arms every night,
Soothes me if I’m not feeling alright,
Strokes my hair, my body, my soul,
My heart many decades ago he stole.
He falls asleep still holding me tight,
I look at my prince, also my knight,
He sleeps on my pillow with me,
A single bed just right for me and he.
But our king size bed is there,
For when we wake up, so much spare
Space playing games so sensual, making
Memories both quaking and shaking.
God Bless my Prince, hope God will,
Give us many years more, we fill,
Each other’s life with a love so deep,
It is a blessing to have and to keep
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