Relentless your love is for me, like a torrential rainstorm

You tear down my paper walls of fragmented poetry

and you give me a new song about a pursuing Lover who

will stop at nothing to see the beauty of this broken princess

When the clock of my life strikes 12 and my daydream ends

You don’t stop pursuing me, when my satin gown becomes a

tattered mess you still come for me and whisper, lovely.

When my feet no longer glisten with the shine of purity

and become stained brown and scarred from the path I’ve taken,

you then start to carry me, my carriage of false security is gone

and my horses have once again become mice,

yet I am still your treasured princess.


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