Hopeless Romantic...

How time has made me bitter.

Once upon a time there was a prince. He was a very charming lad, with silky dark locks that lay untidy before his eyes; piercing crystal eyes that always seemed to lock you into a melting stare, and the charm to send any woman swooning before his feet. He was a God; perfect in every way.

How lucky it would be to wake up to THAT every morning?

I wonder if every woman has her own 'Prince Charming' and if they look at him in the same, helpless way.

Prince Charming? Call me...

Ciao.