O’ The Princess

O The Princess short poem

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In the labyrinth of your eyes,
He wanna be lost and die,
Don’t you see his outer cries,
Don’t you feel his inner demise,
You are the one for which he tries,
You are the one for which he lies,
O’the princess of absolute pride,
You are only his heart’s bride,

At the threshold of your heart,
He is the plaintiff of your love,
Don’t you care of his cheerful words,
Don’t you hear of his painful chords,
You are the one for which he bears,
You are the one for which he endeavors,
O’ the princess of entire austere,
You are only his heart’s prayer,

With the chaplets of your name,
He finds out so many fames,
Don’t you realize his worship strengths,
Don’t you surmise his friendship length,
You are the one for which he waits,
You are the one for which he breaths,
O’ the princess of beauty’s wealth,
You are only his heart’s plaint,

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