Prince of Hearts
Blonde hairs, white shirt,
Blue eyes and a smirk.
Maidens stay alert, when I pass by,
Only to peak, giving me side eye.
In their eyes, I'm a Greek God,
But really though, I am not.
Put on a red coat, grab an apple,
Take a bite, to suppress my hunger.
Saw my statue, dagger to my throat,
Bloody tears falling, staining my cloak.
Then came a girl, to make a wish,
Her rose-gold hairs flowing through the wind.
Gray eyes, pale skin,
Like moonlight brushed on fragile skin.
I'm a fate, an Archer to my fox,
Yet she looks like destiny, my Little Fox.
I froze for a sec, unsure what to do,
My heart started beating, faster than before.
Then a thought crossed my mind, now I'm just dying to know,
Is she my one true love, or someone I'll have to let go.
— Forsythia Knightley