III Part II

Maybe this was my happy ending,
No white knight, no frog to kiss,
No prince to break my spindle spell,
But knowing the beau, it's just as well.

Just when I had give up all hope,
With poison ingestion a last resort
And my fairytale going up in flame,
In the distance I heard my name.

You were definitely not what I expected,
Some chivalrous Don Quixote on a quest.
This was no fantasy too good to be true;
Under the circumstances I guess you'll do.

There was no distressed damsel to save,
Atleast not from any eminent danger.
More of a frog than a prince at first glance
I wasn't sure it was worth the chance.

It started out like a scary campfire story
But after the all the once-upon-a-times,
Long-agos, and way-back-whens,
You were the happily ever after in the end.