The Princess
My mind traveled in Casablanca
to witness a tale of love.
Heart that yearns, desiderata,
pleads to heaven up above.
Give me one more chance for loving.
Quench the drought of this crave,
for I so longed of having
the heart that once absconded.
I've seen princess Anastasia
proving her rights for crown,
heading her way to Russia
amidst darkness of the dawn.
Her mind was blur like fleeting
but her beauty was overflowing.
Her charm like a stream was oozing,
sending waves of sting
Capricorn hereunder
could you tell me what's the matter?
For my heart gravely falters,
tame the shakes and all the shivers.
I toured the avenues of her soul
and plunged my heart in her dungeon.
Her beauty I so adore
enslaves me like a pigeon.
But freedom I detest
for paradise is her fortress.
Her fairest skin like milk
shines so bright to light the darkness.
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