The Magic Of True love

I sit on my fairy bench
in the woods of Sintra
Through the wind whistling in the trees
spirits speak to me
about all the love stories
that kings and queens,
knights, princes and princesses
once lived here

And I think of our journey, our story
You, my king, my prince, my knight
And I pray for the two of us
The rocks, the trees and the wind
surround me with their strength
and hold me
As I hold you in my heart
Fairy tales are real
if you believe
in the magic of true love



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