Sitting here bored up pops on my screen "hey sexy wanna chat",
Rude and arrogant are the first words i say,
But why not its only the net,
first impression was not great,
You seem so dirty minded i think your a pervert,
We chat and flirt a little bit more,
Falling deeper and deeper into a trance,
i start to feel glad i gave this guy a chance,
he seems so understanding it cant be real,
he sounds so reassuring and kind towards me,
i wanna just feel his touch for only a second,
I don't even know what this wonderful man looks like but i feel like its destiny,
He knows what i have been though and he is like me,
doesn't want to be hurt again,
He asks for my number and i give him it,
never hesitated it just seems so it was right,
We spoke for eight hours on the phone,
He is so great this must be a dream,
he cant be all he seems,
The relationship blossoms and i know that i have falling head over heels,
Every time we talk my belly flips,
not a minute goes by that i don't think about him,
longing for his touch,
his kiss, what will it be like, taste like?
He asks me to meet,
all these questions all the we speak,
are going to be answered,
i will never forget the first day we met we had such gr8 fun that i shall never forget,
That was my Internet prince and he no longer an Internet prince,
He is my real prince,
No more fairy-tales for me this is him,
he is my prince and i am his princess
