In my castle with my king

That day when you put that wedding ring
To me, it was the world’s best bling

When you held my hand with tenderness
Gosh, can’t explain that feeling of togetherness

To me, you are a blessing to hold
The one with, I want to grow old

All that funs and frowns
In the tours of those expensive towns

You pick me up when I am down
Always there to fix my crown

I am living my dream of everything
In my castle with my king


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