When closed are mine eyes
I can see only those butterflies
Surrounding me and my prince
Ouch, a wake up back does wince!
A great man, all white in beard
All acclaimed and well feared
He speaks with the sound of thunder
And glares at the sight of blunder
Should you ever wonder
Who is mine own wonder
Why? He is in my heart
Kept as a secret sweetheart
That one great man, so well known
For him, I shall go to those ways still unknown
Someone I cannot name
For so great is his fame
Such a man do I admire
As my own identical peer
Such a man I shall dance with
Even if to have a dance shall have me in grieve
A tango, a waltz or even a slow
Whichever style the melody will flow
In him I shall lose my stricture
And bear with his own pleasure!
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