Here is what I do know now, A few things learned from you, Fairy tales do not exist; Though our love is so true. There will not be a rider On a steed so very white No kiss to resurrect me Even though this feels so right. No prince to make me royalty No savior when I fall No one surrenders anymore No. No one, not at all. Practicality now says Two can not just become one We must now sign a contract Before any merger's done. So true love now is jaded While reason wins yet again No exchange of any vows Save for paper and a pen.