Prince
He looked like a porcelain doll,
Dreaming of perhaps the most beautiful dream.
Sleep hid those ocean blue eyes from me,
Like two dark blue marbles, covered by velvet.
Despite that I stood beside his slumbering figure,
I couldn't see his chest moving, his heart beating.
The breath of life seemed to have escaped his very being,
Such essence no longer worthy for such a prince.
The crack ring he wore which held our very bond
Continued to cling to his finger after death.
He grieved about its imperfection for a short second
Because it was the only flaw of our love.
But such short seconds felt precious to me,
For it was then that I saw his tears.
The streams of sadness that trailed down his lovely cheeks,
Silently, gracefully, and mournfully.
He left me on a misty morning,
After dawn had taken him from me.
The sun had barely risen over the horizon
Before he kissed my lips and returned to sleep.
I continued to lay by his side,
Holding his hands, embracing his body,
Feeling his warmth slip through my fingers,
Like sand down an hourglass,
And like a withering flower, he was gone.
Watching his slumber from where I stand,
Peaceful and undisturbed,
I dared not close the distance between our bodies
In case he would disappear in front of my eyes
And leave nothing but memories for me to hold.
Dreaming of perhaps the most beautiful dream.
Sleep hid those ocean blue eyes from me,
Like two dark blue marbles, covered by velvet.
Despite that I stood beside his slumbering figure,
I couldn't see his chest moving, his heart beating.
The breath of life seemed to have escaped his very being,
Such essence no longer worthy for such a prince.
The crack ring he wore which held our very bond
Continued to cling to his finger after death.
He grieved about its imperfection for a short second
Because it was the only flaw of our love.
But such short seconds felt precious to me,
For it was then that I saw his tears.
The streams of sadness that trailed down his lovely cheeks,
Silently, gracefully, and mournfully.
He left me on a misty morning,
After dawn had taken him from me.
The sun had barely risen over the horizon
Before he kissed my lips and returned to sleep.
I continued to lay by his side,
Holding his hands, embracing his body,
Feeling his warmth slip through my fingers,
Like sand down an hourglass,
And like a withering flower, he was gone.
Watching his slumber from where I stand,
Peaceful and undisturbed,
I dared not close the distance between our bodies
In case he would disappear in front of my eyes
And leave nothing but memories for me to hold.