I am your prince and you're my queen,
Of my willful wish sitting on the throne,
Of my brooding soul always you lean
On my fickle love since you are born.
My queen rules sitting behind the curtain,
As smell proves her being living unseen,
All unseen drive the seen I am certain,
The wise know it well but not the green.
All visible weak but invisible are strong,
Look at the power of ghosts and airs,
If you ponder over it I am not at wrong,
All unseen control earthly atmospheres
The unseen do control souls, wish and will,
As gem birth in the conch hidden in the sill