I was only 11
When my prince
Strode up
And asked
For a dear friendship
I was intoxicated
By him
My friend
Who made
Me laugh
And smile
Made my heart swell
And break all at once
My love that was
A miniature
Explosion in my chest
Every time he'd look
Me in the eyes
My prince vanished
For quite some time
And at 15
I met my king
He proved
He wasn't that
Silly prince
Who was ashamed
Slightly more fearless
He took my hand
And I certainly don't plan
On letting go.