Do you know about that poem?

Which poem?

That poem, in which I was the mighty king, and you were the snow princess in red.

I don't remeber. Was it where the snows came upon your face like veils on some beautiful Princess to protect her from the sun? Or was it where the night was so delightful and brimming with colour ? And is it where you turned the world upside down for me, to bath me in the color of the world, to drench me in the vibrant hues?

I guess it was. I was so drowned in your snow covered face, I for about everything else. I might've caught the stars and planted them on your hair, like the jewel of the ancient queen of love, like the crown upon the head of the princess of beauty and love. I might've kissed you under the milky white moonlight.

Is the poem still in your fingertips? Like the way it used to be when you used to touch me and music played upon my senses and through my every vein?

That was when your shadows danced the dance of love on the walls of candlelit rooms. And your hands used to flow in the air, like they were longing to touch my smell and hold them in your palm.

Was it a poem or was it a dream?

I think it was a dream where you and I met.

Why can't I touch you now ! This  wall of my dreams has kept you out, on exile. You must've hurt me, even my dreams knows about you.

I'm in exile queen. In my lone island from where each day I try to reach out to you in your dreams. Devotion makes my way and loves gives me company. But then your doors are locked from inside, and I can't come in.

I've lose the strength to open my door King. Too tired I'm and too fragile, too weak, and I think if I try to open it I'll fall down and never wake up again.

Where is your hand.

Right her, on this door. Can you see me? Can you feel my touch? Can you touch me?

Fingers to fingers. Palm to palm. Sweat to sweat. My touch is moving around you, trying to escape, tryi9ng to give in, they are trying to hold you in their arms and sleep a lullaby so that you could rest on my shoulders in peace.

Can you give me peace? can you give me love?

I will give you peace. I'll give you love. I'll give you my entire soul.

Then sing me that poem again.

Will that make you happy? Will that give you strangth? Will that keep you awake in the night to wait for me? Will that make the snow fall on my face again? 

The snow will fall when the moon will sing to me and the stars will play with me in my paradise.

Should I tell them? Should I beg in front of tme? Of Dear Moon, glow like there is no dark corners in my mind, Stars, shine on my queen as the way you shine on the golden sands of her paradise. Shine on her. And make her happy. Do you think they will listen to me?

Why not? Have you asked to give me the crown made from their brightest stars?

They will. I'll collect them from the far corners of the sky and put them in your hands. And they will sing their life for you. Sing my poem to you. And you'll fall in love with me again.

Will I? How will you love me when you can't reach me through this door?

My love will open it for us. Once the stars will sing, the moon will smile, and the snow will fall, my wide arms will wait for you, in this side of the world. Like a cold night I'll wait, with my arms wide open. 

Would you like to see me in my red dress?

Yes. 

Would you take me in your arms and never let me go?

I will. 

Will you love me to forget my silent mournings?

I will. 

Will you pray for me?

I will pray for us.

Will you love me forever?

I don't know forever, but if I've to wait for all my life, then forever is a small part of my life. I'll love you more than that.

Will you sing me the love song again?

I will write a new love song everyday, and will sing it to you.

Will you come in now, and see me sleeping in my bed, covered in white satin, with white roses beside my bed? Will you wake me up with your kiss?

I will.

Then take me with you and take me where the river flows through the deepest part of the world, where the sun plays in the flower garden and the snow bed will wait for us.

Do you still wanna hear the poem?

Do you still wanna love me?

Yes.

And my voice will come together with you, yes.

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This was like a dream, when I was half asleep and half awake, like in atrance. But my dreams always told me how to fall in love. And so I did. My princess in snow white, all the atrs will sing my love to you, everynight.