Leo
There is a long black road.
At the end of it is a little shabby house, a terrace.
Inside is the boy with golden curls.
He has a new princess.
They are looking out the window,
she stands slightly to his rear gently holding his waist.
He smiles proudly as a lion.
Her hair, also golden falls over her body.
He is watching half heartedly for a girl he set free to the wild.
He can barely see her in his imagination.
She is dancing with the water fairies,
she is picking berries.
She imagines this prince in his new pants,
she's never seen him look so good.
She is content herself never to see him again.
Leo
There is a long black road.
At the end of it is a little shabby house, a terrace.
Inside is the boy with golden curls.
He has a new princess.
They are looking out the window,
she stands slightly to his rear gently holding his waist.
He smiles proudly as a lion.
Her hair, also golden falls over her body.
He is watching half heartedly for a girl he set free to the wild.
He can barely see her in his imagination.
She is dancing with the water fairies,
she is picking berries.
She imagines this prince in his new pants,
she's never seen him look so good.
She is content herself never to see him again.