How has this golden key of mine turned to rust
Because we both know I made you cry far too much
Her smile has turned to a frown
And her happy clown is now weeping for he cant bring back her joyful laugh.
The kingdom has a plague,
But how can it be cured
Do I need to call upon cupid to stike us with a arrow,
To bring peace to this once strong kingdom that we created.
The roses seem dead and the fish's are small
The smiles around the table are all gone.
There is still hope for us all
Our tree of love can have a new seed to be reborn
and fix our wayward paths that have gone a stray.


This was written by my boyfriend, Frank to me...