Beautiful and gentle Love

I am waiting for you; my long lost knight

To sweep off my feet; and shine your light to my lonely night

You are like that bright star that I used to watch at night;

Your magical smile makes my world smile in delight

Where are you now my dear king?

My fingers are waiting; for you to put a ring.

Come, my love wipe away the pain that I felt

Your warm touch makes all my defenses melt

But I’m scared to try again;

Tell me please, where will I begin?

Yet you smile and took away the fears in my heart;

Is that genuine or you just do that to tear me apart?

Forgive me; for I am anxious, scared and confuse

I’m just afraid to be broken and more afraid to be used

But your love give the assurance that I longed to feel;

And all the wounds in my heart was instantly healed

I love you; your excellency, my king;

A love that was more beautiful than the spring.

I swear, I will be with you ‘till the end

You will have my heart, and forever with you I will spend.

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