What pray tell is it I so deeply remember?

Was it the way his eyes fell upon mine?
And threatened to **** me in

Perhaps it was when the conversation fell below the water
Or the way my words were lost in the darkest of night

Maybe when he stole my breath in the purest of sins
Was it when I felt his trembling form beneath my fingers

How could I ever forget his hypnotic voice
That poured over me like honey

Or the arms that enveloped me
And the hands that kept me warm

When it came to say goodbye, and farewells were said
I knew, he would one day return

Back to my bed

Even though many years have passed since I've seen my prince
And I've grown old and withered instead

The mirror still spoke the same, "You my queen, are a fool"