Relentless your love is for me, like a torrential rainstorm
You tear down my paper walls of fragmented poetry
and you give me a new song about a pursuing Lover who
will stop at nothing to see the beauty of this broken princess
When the clock of my life strikes 12 and my daydream ends
You don’t stop pursuing me, when my satin gown becomes a
tattered mess you still come for me and whisper, lovely.
When my feet no longer glisten with the shine of purity
and become stained brown and scarred from the path I’ve taken,
you then start to carry me, my carriage of false security is gone
and my horses have once again become mice,
yet I am still your treasured princess.