From The Quill of Suranya

  Prince of the magic lamp, I wait upon the stars For Someone to be my Saviour. Constellations change with time, but the horizon remains empty. No sign of a warrior, I sigh at the desert. As strange as magic sounds, as dreamy as love can be, I see you now, hoping you are not a mirage. Not on a white horse, but a magic carpet you rode,  Bravely flying up to me. You call yourself a prince of somewhere unknown. I, your Jasmine, know you are the king of my heart, Aladdin, you don't have to be a perfect prince To be my Forever Love. ~ Suranya