There is a mirror, over there that brings about dreams.
The dreams as it would be, of what is what it seems.
A mirror of what was.
A mirror of what is.
A mirror of what should have been.
The beautiful Queen looks into the mirror and sees her King there.
The King walks toward her and kisses her neck as he dare.
There is one life there, with the mirror.
And one life outside the mirror.
One love that lives beyond anything.
A love that lives as both.
For the King and Queen had a forever kind of love that was undeniable.
So the dreams are.
There are two lives as it seems.
One in the castle as normal life goes.
And One with her King.