Just think of Peter’s smile, my dear. The sort of smile that could make rain clouds dissolve and invite the sun to shine brightly in the sky...
Dear Tia, how right you are, for
Peter is but a smile -
The defining expression of happiness, love, admiration
wrapped in a simple turn of lip that
opens the heavens,
caresses your heart.
Such warmth cradles my mind
in a blanket of fantasy,
a quilt of romance, of
the comfort of
When one feels doubt, and fear, future's fright-
His simple smile could sweeten your mood,
His word - a song - could lift a spirit so down,
His angel wings taking the world from your shoulders,
holding you in his gentle embrace.
Now, my friend, dear Tia,
If I may inquire of you:
How lovely would it be to live in Prince Peter's castle,
To be a Princess at his side,
To walk the Palace, Fantasy's garden,
and stroll hand-in-hand,