Dreams of the prince , whose dead heart beats.
Pure was his love, as wine in feasts.
There was an angel, in the core of his heart.
In the tides of time, they were torn apart.
Nobody could tell, no words could describe.
Pain of those flames,  oh how could he survive.
Days were dark and the nights too long.
Horizons of patience and his pain prolonged.
In the depth of emotions, his love did survive.
He waited for her and his angel arrived.
A body of gold, a ruby at heart, as pink as rose, her glow so vast.
A mermaid she is, or a fairy i should say.
To describe her beauty, no words are there today.
For so long he waited for her, she came back only to betray.
Agony of his heart, the burning flames, he carries his sufferings till end of his days.
Dreams of the prince ,whose dead heart beats.
For his angel he cries, his only defeat.