Zee To His Beloved Princess Poem by Edgar Eslit

Where is she, where is she…
The voice that keeps on hunting me
Just like every other day
Where is she, where is she?
Now it’s Sunday

Where is she, where is she…
My dream is talking to me
But it sounds so lovely
Where is she, where is she?
It does not believe a holiday

Where is she, where she…
A thought I hear from the mountain to the sea
Embezzled like foliage in my memory
Where is she, where is she?
A growing thought like a winding highway

Where is she, where is she…
Will she be singing today?
Far above the horizon one day
Where is she, where is she?
Oh, fiery dragons keep, I pray

Where is she, where is she…
This world turned deaf an angry
Where is she, where is she?
If my death is a sacrifice for our misery
So shall it be to make you free!