By Damien Knight
Her love is a candle, I bask in it’s glow
The hours we talk, the more sure I am
I kept my pace ever so slow
But I just want to be free
The cage of fear I once held home
Unlocked with each touch of her
My princess leaves me less alone
The lady of troy keeps me company
How close I feel when we speak
Every image a window to her world
I hold hope now for forever
Close my eyes there she is, my good girl
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