AN ODE TO PRINCESS AMOLA

In the soft moments of the night a thought lingers at my mind, I think of the sweet girl, her innocence and beauty, does unwind. In the first glimpse it is her beautiful smile that catches my eye, I behold her gaze and admire, such soft and deep look, I sigh. Her simplicity is her strength, her sweetness she wears as attire, She kindles a passion in me, a loving warmth kindled as fire. Her maturity dawns her character, her courtesy is a merit of pride, I wish to behold her as mine, as her knight and prince I wish to ride. When she stands by the window side, her long hair waves and flies, A desire to walk to her, and hold in my arms, is born and dies. She is a princess, a gorgeous lady, a sweet Arabic beauty to admire, I wish to love her, and beloved, living a life together forever to sire. I wish us to be together and fly in the sky, in each other entwine, All I wish is to look in her eyes and find me, and to call her mine.