My Prince

I can’t believe I get to wake up,

Next to you every single day.

That I get to be there when your eyes close

And when they open where you lay.

As I run my fingers through your hair,

The realness of your presence hits me.

That you are flesh and blood, more than a dream,

The perfect lock to my brass key.

I met you eight long years ago,

And I’ve not been the same since.

I can be free to exist in this world,

Knowing there’s a home with you, my prince.

Thank you for caring for this soul of mine.

And thank you for your love divine.