A child is born in moments blessed, a warming comfort mother's breast, the morning sun a golden mist, a fairies touch an angels kiss. Childhood stories often told of valiant prince and knights of old. Fair maiden grew in charm and grace. Long of limb and fair of face. Waiting for her faithful love this timid creature gentle dove. To her he came, her royal prince, her destiny. her providence. He through sweetest love was seen, to conquer heart of future Queen. Razor sharp betrayers blade to honor not the fair young maid. A last farewell and now she's gone with whispers sweet to what's beyond. Love waits there beyond the mist a warm embrace an angels kiss.