Prince of Charm
Prince of charm I could call him,
He’s as charming as the wind,
As attractive as the whirlwind
That carts the hearts of women.
He roped the heart of Sandra
On his way to California,
But the heart, so young for reaping,
Was not yet ripe for the taking.
He walked on clouds to Napa
To taste the wine of love;
Love is ripe princess Victoria,
Long-yearning like a dove.
His life is like a fantasy,
He fought phantoms to save humanity
From the hands of bigotry-
Long,awaiting to be free.
He sailed on way to Japan
To defend such sacred land;
Love that’s not in the right time,
Longingly waiting for the dawn.
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2022
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