Poema 126

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.

Este poema es gracias a Andrea que nos recomendo una página en inglés www.lovepoemsandquotes.com

0 comentarios...:

Publicar un comentario

Ya Somos más de 16 millones ¡

Millones de Gracias por su visita¡