Photo by Heather RuffShe stands in the window,
Staring at what might be.
Will she be the princess,
Would someone hold her key?
The jewels have been placed,
All eyes drawn to the newly crowned.
Hopes and fears ready to be faced,
Will she fall?
Are there arms to hold her,
A kiss to free her?
Will there be gentle love,
Or a passionate adoration so pure.
Will the silks tatter and fade,
Or the raiment be unshaken love.
Swept away by his waltz, a maid,
Saved away, her dragon slain.
The mind locking away her dreams,
Her heart the only entry.
Carry her in a powerful hold,
He takes her home as he whispers-
Love.
The jewels have been placed,
All eyes drawn to the newly crowned.
Hopes and fears ready to be faced,
Will she fall?
Are there arms to hold her,
A kiss to free her?
Will there be gentle love,
Or a passionate adoration so pure.
Will the silks tatter and fade,
Or the raiment be unshaken love.
Swept away by his waltz, a maid,
Saved away, her dragon slain.
The mind locking away her dreams,
Her heart the only entry.
Carry her in a powerful hold,
He takes her home as he whispers-
Love.
6 comments:
Beautiful.
amazing...you are overflowing...
so so amazing... what a beautiful photo to go with your beautiful words!
She is a princess!
Wow....nice picture of you looking out Grandma Coles window....I don't remember the trees though!
Haha. Its actually a photo of a girl (not me) down south in a mansion.
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