He calls me his Princess,

Though I won’t ever wear a crown.

To him, I am royalty and I am worthy.

If he had it his way he would build me a thousand castles just to see me smile.

Dig a mote and fill it with every creature imaginable, and cast a draw bridge across it and place me on the fairest stead of gelding.

He would plant a thousand Sun flowers just below my window knowing all to well they are most favorable to me.

Place swans and mallard ducks in the pond across the way so when we go for our morning walk in the park I can feed them, and he can watch the lines grow around my eyes as they dance with laughter.

He would plan balls just to see me in my shiniest dress, and then kiss my rosy cheeks after hours of dancing.

He would buy the largest most immaculate bed, large enough to fit ten bodies so I can line it up with decorative pillows and satan sheets.

I would be lavished in jewels of every nature and have cooks for days because he knows I find joy in eating well.

He would do all of that for me, his princess.

What he doesn’t already know is that what he’s already done is bring such beauty into my soul, and that I am starting to believe I am truly his princess.