My Princess
Even if earthquake pound, and the ground tremble,
And people scramble, tumble and rumble, I will not grumble, but ramble,
Clinging softly, carefully, lovely, a sprig, sprawling a virgin rose,
Like guest, to west, with zest, to show my best and give my princess her smitten
dose.
Ding dong dong, her door will romantically ring,
Ping pong, softly my heart will beep, like ray, my face will embrace gay, bubbling like ling,
Tiptoe, a snazzy smock with long dimly than char inborn hair
Will passionately push the door open, with her heavenly made fragrance grooving and hovering in the air.
Holy bow, head will pay due, to the queen of the whole planet, my billion century carved hind,
Whose glittery eyes, evoke a sparkling dream to a blur mind,
Manner of confrontation resurrects a hibernated heart,
Stainless, bleach less, bleak less, blench less, ripe like yellow peel's skin that's full of life, like art.
For, if my life got dried by earth chaos of any kind,
She is a droplet, that will revivified my dead rind.
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