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Finding My Prince
by Kendra Davis
Like the twinkle of a crystal you hold in the light
I try on the shoe; it fits just right
Through my tattered dress and coal streaked face
You show me beauty in a soul filled placeYou hold my hand and we dance the dance
Believing our love grows on more than a chance
Your careful words telling stories of blessingsOf the roads you have traveled, the worth of confessing
Your love, your life, your promise to be
My carriage when life reaches too hastily
to turn wishes into pumpkins and mice into men
When I question my perceptions, my own worth now and then
You smile and laugh and say, “It’s okay”
It’s all meant to be, getting carried away
Stand still and have faith, although midnight will come
No need to fear to worry or run
All the work and the tears were just steps to the ball
I promise it’s your fairytale after all