Emperors

I know a girl who has kidnapped my heart and won't give it back. Her weapon of choice is her smile. Like the aura of the moon, her radiant skin makes her glow. Her obsidian hair flows like a quiet, wandering brook. But the funny thing is, her heart and mind, what's inside, is where the real treasure is stored. Kings can only dream of the splender of these riches. For this kind of fortune, Emperors will travel the ends of the Earth.




I am her prince, and she is my princess.