World is wide and biting,
Misfortunes strike like thunder,
Woman heart don't suit for fighting
It breaks up and tears asunder,
Sudden aid resembles lightning,
That's the touch of candid hunter.
My wings are meant to embrace
Fragile female part of human race,
Till last breath and first meeting since
I escort the couples in love as Prince.
War of thrones leads to regression
People lose precious time for empty,
Instead of desire and night confession,
Body to body and glances tempting,
They harvest souls in evil obsession,
For peace and balance no attempting.
My sword is crimson of treasons,
Human love has drifting seasons,
I discover unique chances to built,
And if fulfills, this pair is sealed.
Prince of Love
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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