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Among these clouds that my mind so hopelessly floats in.
There is no sense of time or even direction.
There is no sound or darkness, yes a mist so dense and pure.
That I question my motives of returning to Earth.
This plague called life has boundlessly swept me off of my feet.
And has left me here in a perfect scene of serenity.
I could cry with joy, but what's the point?
I'm sure that any expression I'd use is already coined.
My insides flutter with anticipation to see your gentle eyes.
For you alone, is too good to be a part of my life.
So reality hits me like a stone.
A substantial feeling, a voice, attached to hard bone.
You're too perfect to be true.
All because I'm utterly and completely in love with you.


I wrote this a long time ago and had just found it. But I liked it so I thought I'd share it.
Except there is no prince that goes along with this poem.