Feb 25
O prince, my sweet prince time with you is always cut short the ticking of hands will convince your fragile arrows pierce my heart
In your gloved hands you whisper perhaps a mumble or two every breath of yours is treasured; like a flower blooming anew
Though your birthday I did miss, a crying shame, that is sure as the season turns to spring, You know my heart is yours
Shed your scarf, o prince, and I will be watching The warmth that greets your face, your pinky tied by a red string From afar, a stranger in the night you may abhor
Until we meet again, -Your secret admirer, forevermore
Ah, I'm so honored...! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ Who could this be?
