This is no Fairytale, my Dear

He doesn't have a story.
There is no protagonist with his gentle heart and infallible courage.
The epic battle has not been fought and I have not been saved from my lonely heart.
My lips won't touch his nor will my heart be guarded against foolish desires.
Maybe in another tale, I'll be his Queen and he my King.

Dot the I, cross the T.
I'll write day and night, until our story is complete.

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