The Chanting Merman

I am a beautiful young princess, With pretty pink lips painted with gloss, Looking for the handsome prince, He is a merman in the deep sea and the oceans. He can swim as the whales and sharks, And jump up and down as a dolphin’s fry, He has the pure mind as the white, Not tainted with any colored pigments, Chanting my name all these years, Wants to be human to walk on the streets, To climb on the chariot to reach my palace, His muscles are strong, not weakened by the weeds, His thoughts are matured, thinking of our future, Together, but he has crossed the oceans of illusion, With the mighty butterfly stroke, Chanting my name all these years, The waves of gays and the girls are up, My prince never bothers about their presence, When he grows his own legs through penance, He will come to my door step as the wind, Holding the bouquets of fragrance in his hand, We may roam the world with one single thought.