my prince,
dear prince.
those who lack sense,
use your name as self defense.
long finger tips.
as the woman sips.
tall and handsome,
your face is held for ransom.
dear prince,
my prince.
use your words to convince,
to be crowned as prince.
written by AfrikanGoddess
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