A Lovelorn Prince

Oh, lovely flowers Greet my nightly song Upon this starry, starry night In my bed I see your plight. What a dream it was Sharing the love we had All night long is sweet ever In your embrace I quiver. Oh, how lovely you are To me, is just a fantasy now As you turn my joy to sadness You choose money than fondness. Beauty to me is veiled farce Love dies when money wise Insecurities has reason to believe When heart has no more vision to relieve. How long this craziness I hide When no more iota of trust remain Love is funfare and self-eloquence As grave is waiting great for a lonely prince.