one fairytale

You always knew just the right thing to say;
You could melt the iciest heart with that charm.
You knew it was the little things that counted
So you made everything you could purple
And told me I was beautiful, every single day.
You could sense when my heart was hurting
And could turn the blackest night into day
Just by holding me right where I fit best . . .
In those arms of yours.
I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever fit like that
In anyone else’s.
I worry that I’ll only get
One fairytale.