i NeVeR kNeW mY pRiNcE cOuLd OnLy Be FoUnD iN My PoEm...

It is true
somewhere in the desert hides the well
after the tiresome journey
a water could burst out from the rock
it is true
the ocean couldn't empty its content of waters
and suppose it's so
in a moment his bodies will turn then back up to its shores
it is true
petals though fades will then bloom in lace
though it withers
the spring time will then embrace and blaze...

i was wrong
i thought i couldn't own the skies
with my surprise
i could even number the stars with my phalenges
i never knew
i could make my own world if i want to
where there is music that i can hold on to
though i love sunset than sunrise
i could still reign over pain and lies
though there are thorns in roses
i could still touch her to amaze and gaze
though there are weeds in place
sun will scorch its roots and leaves
how wonderful the rhymes in my poem are
filled with wonders and bizarre
at long last
the prince i am looking for
is found and the search no more
he's in my poem that i can cherish to encore...

only thru my poem
i could draw my prince
noone could dare to mince
my dreams and my castle to fence
i never knew
my prince is just a poem away
he is in my poem
and my flowers in may everyday....