Many moments seem like a dream. Untouchable, still easy to imagine. Where Charming comes through my door And gives unto me a life to adore. Changing my rags to a gown. My bows to a jeweled crown. Replacing my hardened road With bricks, a dandelion yellow. Awing me with an enchanting castle, A majestic peak on a wondrous hill. A castle whose towers reach beyond high And like the sun, belongs in the sky. It''s air is full of joy and laughs. Leaving me somewhat breathless. The dream in many ways has come true, For I have a home as well as you. No crown do I wear, though I am a queen. Always charming, always loving you, my king.