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My soul has clung to a fairy tale—
I read it in a book somewhere
That a Prince Charming would come
Into my life and sweep me off my feet.
Instead, no one will come as I
Look out my window for hours, days, years.
I go out and look instead,
But Prince Charmings run from me.
Or become casual friends and just
Do a lot of talking.
Maybe there is no One True Love;
My hope begins to crumble—
Who will come to my aid?
And will he have something to soothe my pain?
I sigh and continue the search.
About the Creator
Melissa Miller
Reader, writer, copy editor. Wife and stepmom. Amateur photographer. Latter-day Saint. Recently diagnosed with celiac disease. Check out my Instagram.

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