Last night a medieval knight rode through my dream
A noble face, yet weary from the fight
Had I kissed a frog in his watery pond?
Have I found my forever man?
Do I trust my judgement, strike while the iron is hot?
Take a chance that joy is not fleeting.
Keep the rosebuds until they open.
To smell the roses, I will attend the ball,
find that place beneath the armour.
Alas, all dream bubble burst.
The shiny armour, the hero inside
Returned to his pond, a frog after all.
I blew him a kiss and wondered what could have been…
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Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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