Once upon a time
in a moment I still wore ponytails and Sunday dresses
I believed in fairy tales and happily ever after.
When every story would have the ever present handsome Prince.
Charging in and bringing along the gift of everlasting love.
Thru the years hair styles changed while childish clothes
and girlish dreams were put away forever.
That Prince became a real man:
with flaws and problems,
who could not always rescue me
using some magical kiss or killing the dragon.
He came with his own personal demons
and some holes in his work socks.
A beautiful crooked smile and sad blue eyes that
seemed to have seen more than enough.
he was handsome and sweet,
made me laugh, and understood me.
So with all these faults and all the headaches
that come with romance and life,
this man -- who was not born a ruler of any kingdom;
never seen a green scaled monster;
nor ever fought for my life;
entered this heart with only the magic of love.
In the end,
no Brother Grimm nor Mother Goose edited this sorry tale
and so it does not conclude in any happy ending.
The one who stole this heart,
eventually also broke it
without so much as a second look back nor a shed tear.
I still believe in our eternal love and magical kisses
to find me one day again
and free this awaiting heart once more.
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