My Golden Princess

When the sea came to me in my sleep
Carrying bottles of pure love
A princess emerged from the deep
And blessings showered from above.

Her dress was made of silky stars
And wore the moon like a silver veil
With the presence and awe of Father Mars
She'll win, while Romulus would fail

My golden princess looked at me
With eyes that were Zaphire stones
"I'll tell you, mortal, what I see
A heap of flesh, and blood, and bones"

My golden princess flew away
With traces of my blood on her beak
And now on every passing day
Without her love, I feel so weak.
Oh yes, so weak.