The heart ❤️ desire

In ancient lands, where sun dipped into sea

A prince did stray, from his kingdom's destiny

He left behind, the walls that made him king

To seize the day, and let his heart take wing


He wandered far, through mountains high and steep

Through valleys green, where rivers flowed and crept

He met a maiden, with eyes so bright and blue

And fell in love, with all his heart, anew


Her name was Sophia, and she was fair and kind

With a smile so radiant, it lit up the mind

The prince was captivated, by her beauty and charm

And knew in that moment, he'd do anything to disarm


Her heart was pure, and her soul was bright

The prince knew he'd found, his guiding light

But alas, his rival, with a heart so cold and grey

Did steal the maiden, and leave the prince to stray


Malakai, the rival, with a heart full of stone

Did seek to destroy, the prince's heart, and make it his own

He took Sophia, by force and by might

And left the prince, to suffer, through the dark of night


In sorrow and rage, the prince did vow

To seek revenge, and make Malakai bow

He gathered his strength, and his courage so bold

And set out to reclaim, his love, and his heart, to unfold


Years went by, and the prince did rise

To reclaim his love, and open Malakai's eyes

To the pain he felt, and the love he did bear

And in the end, Malakai did stumble, and the prince did share


The maiden's heart, once torn, now beat for one

The prince, whose love, had never been undone

Their love did flourish, like a rose in bloom

And the prince's heart, did finally find its sweet perfume


Sophia's love, did heal the prince's heart

And Malakai's evil, did slowly depart

The prince and Sophia, did rule with love and kindness

And their kingdom prospered, with peace and happiness

Their love did shine, like a beacon in the night

Guiding all, who sought love's pure delight

And the prince's heart, did forever remain true

To the love he found, with Sophia, his heart's desire, anew.

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