His eyes are exploring my body,
Like man prospects the land,
Looking for undiscovered treasures.

He is my knight,
I am his princess.

I want our love to be stronger than the bricks holding up our castle,
I want our love to be worth more than the gold stored in its storeroom
I want our love to be more beautiful than the silk dress I wear.
I want us to be just another happily ever after,
Another young love gone right.

Yet, in the back of my mind haunting
Is a for-lorn memory
A memory that could ruin this royal relationship
A memory that could make everything right wrong.

Why must there be an evil stepmother to every story?
In at least one way shape or form,
Why must she have brought the poison apple?
Why did I dare eat it?

It is slowly poisoning us, darling.
Everything we have and had slowly crumbling into a trivial dust,
That blows away with the warm summer wind.
The more we go on the more it hurts

If we don’t stop now
We will disintegrate
At least I will.
For you, I am not sure-
But, a suit of armor must at one time rust.
I’m so sorry.

I’m sorry for the heinous plot which stole away our love,
I’m sorry we fell for the trap
I’m sorry that we lost the battle
Our comradeship lost along the way.