Kisses are in the past .
hot embraces are gone.
I 've become so dull,
it's not wisdom at all.
I am sitting alone
only books are my friends.
dreams flourish like weeds
there's no future in them.
I remember my prince.
used to call him - my Grace.
those potions and spells
turned everything mess.
past is past ,no rules
for hot flames in the hearts.
I will thank dear Lord I felt love
and was loved.