Post by Lidia Cullen on Mar 27, 2008 22:47:52 GMT
Lidia had been sitting at one of the table, looking down at the words on the paper.
"Your essence, your being,
Just takes me away...
Back to a time way back.
Back when charming princes
In shining armor, on white horses,
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."
She smiled when she was finished reading it, "Adam." Lidia sighed at the thought of him. To be in love was such a wonderful feeling for her.
"Your essence, your being,
Just takes me away...
Back to a time way back.
Back when charming princes
In shining armor, on white horses,
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."
She smiled when she was finished reading it, "Adam." Lidia sighed at the thought of him. To be in love was such a wonderful feeling for her.