I wanted Storybook Love —by Clandestine Amadana I wanted Storybook love A prince who would Give it all up to be a pauper If it meant being with me. I wanted a lover A companion A best friend Someone who would hold me at night Touch me, taste me, make me Special in his eyes. I wanted friends Who would hold my hand And say “Girlfriend…” when I cried Who would come running to Pick up the pieces, when I fell apart No one came. Essentially, I wanted to be loved I wanted to be worth someone’s effort I wasn’t. Copyright © 2005 Ireland's OWN   Page updated 2 Dec. 2006 Background and Ireland's OWN logo by Míchealín Ní Dhochartaigh Copyright © 2005 Ireland's OWN All Rights Reserved.