My prince would have eyes open to his soul, A smile that would open to his heart.
He would let me live between his walls and walk on his fancy parquet.
My prince is not a prince. He is not a slave or a farmer. My prince wouldn’t just become my partner. My prince would create how I live. My prince would create my lifestyle.
My prince is not a soldier that guards my heart, nor he is a sailor that sails through my tide. My prince would overcome earthquakes and floods, my prince would stand high on a California cliff.
No, my prince is not a man he is a house. A house that would save me from the strongest of disasters. A house that I would build exactly as I’ve always envisioned inside my mind.
My prince would shine under the afternoon sun. My prince would glitter under the moonlight.
My prince would stand time and place. My prince would engrave memories in my mind.
My prince would always be there for me, no matter whoever holds on my heart.
My prince would always be taking me in his arms. My prince would be the comfort and peace of my mind. My prince would be the core of my heart.
My prince is not a man but a house. And one day I will build it on a California Cliff.