My Princess Poem by AMARNATH C

Men may dream, dream that they'll
see the sun's ray every dawn
Mortal ain't I, wish to
see you, your vivid face till eternity;

Heard never I, felt never, a calm so deep,
That of a ceased rain, thy voice;
Lightning magic is thunder, but
Thy eyes strikes lightning in my heart;

Heavens steps need not I,
Thy presence maketh hell heaven;
God's grace pity I, as
Thee his angel minds me more;

I don't need the world, when
I have got you my princess!