- In the gossamer mists he came to me,
- The Prince of My Dreams.
- Arms open wide
- he swept me inside their loving warmth,
- and there I stayed
- for the sweetest while.
- Alas, 'tis now dawn,
- my handsome Prince has gone.
- Morning dew sparkles
- on the lips of the rose
- as softly I whisper,
- You are my true love,
- Do you know?
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Prince of My Dreams
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