The Musings of Victoria Rose Dashwood

I’d forgotten what it was like

Being treated like a princess,

Being escorted to the floor,

Twirling around the room.

I’d forgotten what it was like

Being told that I am beautiful,

Being seen as a woman,

Not just as a little girl.

I’d forgotten what it was like

Laughing at the small things,

Grinning all the live long day,

Making corny jokes.

I’d forgotten what it was like

Feeling safe with a hand in yours,

Feeling warmth with an arm around you,

Feeling loved, if just for a while.