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.
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