21 May 2010

Your essence, your being, by Araz Havan


Your essence, your being,
Just takes me away...
Back to a time way back.

Back when charming princes
In shining armor, on white horses,Align Centre
Flourished, their swords,
Making the princesses swoon.

You do that to me,
Make me laugh, and fret,
And swoon, on occasion.

But without a sword,
Or a great white horse,
Or armor,
You are still a prince.

And my prince,
Whom I'd swoon over,
Any day.

- Araz Havan -


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