My Prince Poem by Aminath Neena

Through opiate eyes



I see his gentle face gleam



To unleash my sighs



Appearing as a lavender dream



As purple hue unfolds



Their scent sedating the breeze



An immaculate angel floats



Through my heart‘s gate



And I know he is there to stay



So the past has no state



When the future finds the way



With him I see no fancy hats



No glittering crowns or robes



No lamps or flying carpets



No time for love songs



But I am reassured of a solid love



Strong as a hovering eagle



Free as a gliding white dove



Definitely true and legal



Certainly bold and comprehensible



Blended with the purest royal art



A love so mature and dependable



Flowing from a burning liquid heart