And the death of the star that was my love for you became the endless black hole that engulfed all my happiness.

As soft as the hair that dresses the cat
on top of the bird that coos like an owl
or beneath my feet, gracing the grass

The prince pulled her in,
Giving her his famous grin.
The princess stared,
Breathing? she didn't dare.

With a shuffle here,
And a shuffle there,
They twirled around,
Not making a sound.

Time slowed down,
Just the two of them with crowns.
A prince who's a mystery,
With such a history.
A princess in the ball,
Feeling ever so small.

He smiled,
She smiled.
And for once,
It felt like someone finally understood them.