The Peril of Dragons

When I was a boy
I wore a cape
And saved the world from dragons
From the roof of a shed
As I grew older
I stopped believing
In dragons and princesses
Though not preferring the life
Given me
What should I do
If after so many years passed
Though you don't need rescuing
You make of me this prince
Conjuring a world where I make a difference
I long for moments in your presence
Like these dreams of what I hoped life could be
Where fantasies seem not fanciful
And wishes come true
So, I don my cape and take you in my arms
Wanting but your sigh
That you could be that princess.
That hostess of regal tea parties.
A child like me
All grown up
But unbowed and almost
Wishing for the peril of dragons

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