Maybe I'm a queen.
Has a castle full of green.
People surround and serve.
Why in my heart they can't carve ?
Am I blind or just shadow?
See only sadness like a widow.
Can't handle my matters.
I'm waiting for being together.
I let my eyes to search for a home in some eyes.
But believe that home was only your eyes.
Even I ask.
Their eyes turned to be like yours without task!
Sleeping became my desire.
Within I search for a meeting full of fire .
The Sleeping Beauty to me was a name.
Never mind! They can't have the same.!
But time is running.
Without your returning.!
No ,my queen.
Weak up from your dream.
Maybe it changes or you have to resist.
Look around for your own gift.
You will regret if you left.
Yes, I have some.
And will not be dumb.
I don't have you.
My heart I will cure.
Life doesn't give everything.
And always happiness in few things.
Perfection is an illusion.
Believe that conclusion.
Be grateful my queen.
As you still have a castle full of green.