Princess Adora

she walks as one with the light
her smile a warm delight
with a kiss that can win a fight!

angels don't always have wings
their pasts sometimes carry pain
but their hearts never carry strings

we love the eighties
we don't want to grow old
we are still just babies

among the purple cats
no longer afraid of curve balls
when life puts us up to bat

and instead we carry flowers
for she is in her finest hour
our lovely princess of power