He's like a living drawing
The greatest drawing that ever existed
The smile of him
It's like a magneficent landscape that I've ever seen
No other paintings or drawings can beat his beauty
Neither Leonardo da Vinci's
Nor Michaelangelo's
He is a walking sculpture
The red lips of him
Was crafted with no flaws
His voice is the sound of the ocean wave
His eyes shine more than the rainbows or the sun
He is here
Right in front of me
Holding the camera
Focusing onto the crowd
He is not a dream
He is real
But he will never become my prince charming
And I am still in my tower
A helpless ghost princess
Who is drowning in reality
Waiting for an unexisted prince to rescue her.
