THE GENTLE STRANGER

ce bright, now dim with tears, Reflected the sorrow, and the passing years, Her soul, a flame, that once burned so bright, Now flickered faintly, in the dark of night. A marr

fuge from the storm, where she could hide. With hesitant steps, she approached the door, And knocked softly, hoping to find solace once more, The door creaked open, and a young man stood tall, With eyes that shone, like stars in the night's dark hall. His smile was warm, his voice was kind and low, As he invited her in, and asked her to stay and know, The princess felt, a sense of peace descend, As she entered the cottage, and her heart could mend. And though she knew, she'd never be the same, The gentle stranger's kind