Sleeping Beauty

Ensnared in an enchanted slumber,
My life has gone amiss,
Until my prince can find me,
And rouse me with a kiss.

Through mists of dreams I see him,
Like lightning in a storm.
Emerging from the darkness
Is his strong and noble form.

His footsteps are like symphonies,
As he marches through my head.
With each stride he comes closer,
Still closer to my bed.

His earnest eyes and tender lips,
Are like a work of art.
His elegance enthralls me;
Be still my aching heart.

As he bends to kiss my lips
My emotions overflow.
His breath is electrifying;
Our lips begin to glow.

My prince intends to break the spell;
His heart is brave and pure.
I’ve been poisoned by my nightmares,
But this man could be the cure.