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 5d
Khadi Alza
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.
Continuation of my poem: "They Meet!"
 Mar 27
Khadi Alza
Smiling wide,
Talking polite.
Standing tall,
In the ball.

His eyes drift,
And the world shifts.
His eyes got caught,
By the princess's train of thought.
                                            
                                                            The princess caught him peeking,
                                                                ­     Her dazzling eyes gleaming.
                                                       ­                          Looked away she did,
                                                            ­        Blushing as red as a little kid.

                                                           ­         She hoped he was a dreamer,
                                                        ­         For she wanted him to lead her
                                                             ­                          In her nightmares.
                                                              Ke­eping her safe from the stares.
Continuation of 'The Prince' and 'The Princess' (my poems)
 Mar 27
Khadi Alza
Dazzling eyes tells a million stories.
A beautiful wide smile hides her worries.
Standing in the ball,
Feeling ever so small.

Eyes drift to the prince,
And for a second, she was convinced,
That behind that kind, charming demeanour,
Lies something like her: a dreamer.
An ode to one of my earlier poems, 'The Prince'
 Mar 27
Khadi Alza
Smiling wide,
Talking polite.
Standing tall,
In the ball.

Eyes sparkling,
Oh, what a darling.
Yet a mystery,
With such a history.

— The End —