He’s my prince charming, with dreams in his eyes,
Wants to crown me beneath soft, starry skies.
Yet doubts fill my heart, like whispers in halls,
What if I falter, and the kingdom falls?

“Stop wasting time,” he gently implores,
But my heart, a fortress, fears opening doors.
Will I ascend to his throne, embodying his grace?
Can I fulfil his dreams, or will I fall away?

His patience, a melody, soothes like a song,
Together we’ll conquer what feels right and wrong.
With every soft promise, he shows me the way,
In this dance of devotion, I long to stay.

Beneath the moon’s gentle glow, our futures take flight,
In this beautiful chaos, our love shines bright.