My Prince

Sitting by the phone,

I wait, and wait, and wait some more.

Wondering how long it will take,

For fate to come knockingat my door.

 

Waiting for my handsom prince,

To come and sweep me off my feet.

He could be anyone or,

Some one i have yet to meet.

 

Maybe he will be tall, dark, and handsom,

Or just have an inner beauty.

Or maybe just maybe blond with blue eyes,

I guess I will just have to wait and see.

 

Untill then it's here i sit,

And it's here i shall wait.

For my prince chraming to come along,

I just hope it's not to late.

Reviews

[Hannah]

love love love love love love love it
i think this is mutual... lol

[deeps]

Wonderful, well expressed write here
Your rhymes are wonderful.