POEM – WAITING
Searching and looking for my king.
The one who deserves to call me his queen.
His smile gleams, its the brightest.
His heart beams of life for me it’s biased.
Our paths has already been drawn out.
We will meet at the entrance of paradise roundabout.
Body and soul we will walk to our middle.
Speak with our eyes and it won’t be riddle.
Hand in hand we will rule our kingdom.
Bask in the glory of finally finding our freedom.