She was a naïve, a neophyte
Longed for so long, the tender love she sought
Like in books she desired, amorous tales of old
Heirs, princes, princesses, the archaic class of love
But then she fell, to the clouds so soft so sweet
Her eyes sparkle, the brown eyes he wore
The sugar-filled words, made her heart hums a rhythm
She was complete yet smiles never a faux
Hearts indite, a song that sings to forever
Love that's found, in depth we can't fathom
Two hearts, like birds, chirping musical calls
She was the princess who found her lost betroth
But one day she was marred
Grins shifted tears, fragile feels landed on paves
Though was pained, she run for him
Knowing things, will fall back to place
At first wound bleeds, and blood trickles dark
Along with tears it flows, like an endless reddened stream
The kingdom she knew real, now vanished into sham
Now she knows, how the two worlds differ grounds
- Iman
