Her Favorite Drink

Maiden of the night she picks fragrance roses

As bright as cosmics and as sharp as sapphires

That everlasting Garden of Eden butterflies sovereign

Could not compare to the glimpse of goddess-like her

Humorous laughter along pink blush accompanies

Ablazing phoenix, flowing feather ignites her flamboyant figure

Longing for camaraderie, leaking in tears secretly

Accompanied by individuals whom only her surfaces seek

Treasons of regrets she indeed once commit

To his sorrows distraught and meander in mist

Eternity bliss, when springs of living petals crashing by

Indifference to her ending, that is of her winter, withering cry

Leering emerald glares sparkling life to glamorous soul

Overwhelmed by worldly stare, due incomparable beauty

Vanity empty, she lives knowing none but suffering

Everlasting isolations, her cries only mirrors listen

That photogenic portrait captivates and captures

Hoping to be needed be, even as butterfly seem

Even prince may me not be

Even prince me never be