I see your face only in dreams, dreams which I know I could never really touch. I cry myself to sleep, hoping I could just feel the touch of your sweet caress. I see your eyes sparkle in the moonlight, your hair shine in the morn. I feel your sweetest scent adorn your lovely form.
Sweet, sweet angel of Neverland, will you release me from without, that empty place of loneliness and regret? Dearest sweet angel, will you give your very precious love to me? I am ragged and torn. I am used and abused. I am little of ego, and small of money; yet, I am large of potential. Please try to see through my short-comings, for I could be your prince, if you but give me just one chance.
Sweet angel of Neverland, please give me your hand, so that this old dragon may yet feel the caress of a goddess.
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