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.
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