The day Prince Charming came

The day Prince Charming came 

Morning came slowly 

She had o clue what the day had in store for her 

He came galloping towards her father's palace 

He was a prince seeking a maiden worth becoming his bride 

She cared not for him! 

The woodcutter caught her eye 

She giggled as she walked over to him 

He stole her kisses, he stole her heart 

The prince still stayed looking for his maiden 

The woodcutter broke her heart 

Now all she had to give was her broken, torn apart heart 

Who'd want that? 

She gave it to the knight, to the stable boys 

But it always returned to her more broken 

Who'd want a shattered heart now? 

She gave her kisses to the servants 

Her heart along with it 

Now what did she have to offer? 

A shattered heart, with little remains? 

She was not a special gem any longer 

Her knight in shining-armor would think she was a rusty gem 

She gave it back to her loving father 

With tears in her eyes she whispered "I have failed you" 

He looked at her and with tears running down his face 

He gently said "O daughter why were you not satisfied with my love? 

Though it is broken, I van fix it. Though it is torn I can mend it. 

And my daughter, I love you and always will. 

You are a bright and brilliant gem in your father's eyes. 

We will mend your torn heart together 

So the slow and painful process began 

The molded her ugly heart into a clean pure white heart once again 

He also returned it full of his love 

He had forgiven her and her broken heart 

She was a special gem once again 

Suddenly the prince came in view 

Was he the One? 

Was he her knight-in-shining-armor? 

Her Prince Charming? 

Could he be? 

She remembered her broken heart 

He had never given his heart away 

Why would he want her? 

She remembered the whispers in her ear 

Telling her the would love her till the day she died 

She remembered the winks, the kisses, as if it was yesterday 

The prince could never or would ever love her 

His kind words answered by her cruel remarks rushed to her brain 

Would she ever be able to love again? 

Her heart was clean but atlas she had never forgiven herself 

The pain grew till she could leave her apartments for fear that HE would be there 

She grew sick not physically but mentally sick, spiritually sick 

The king understood her pain and knew there was nothing able to cure her 

Expect orgiveness to herself 

One day she opened a torn and dusty book 

A read the words "a new creation" it hit her to fully forgive herself 

She must give it to her creator her king her heavenly king 

She gave it to Him 

In less then a fortnights she was well enough to venture out of her apartments 

She no longer feared about Him... 

She was finally a PURE WHITE gem once again 

The prince quickly noticed her 

He offered his hand 

She accepted 

The day was set, the dress picked, the plans in action 

She had finally gave her heart to the heavenly king 

And now she is and always will be a 

PRECIOUS GEM