The Pianist's Stunning Violets
“My royal highness, my prince, Prince Mharl, I missed you. Please fight to live. We still need you. I made a song for you. Please sing with me.”
You Are the Apple of My Eyes
When I first see you,
You are shining, so I
Can’t touch you, but show my heart
You make me blush and happy.
I like and love you, dear
You are my song, I write
The piano I hold
The subject of my poem.
Chorus:
I love you tenderly,
My flowers that bloom here
You are the greenery
The apple of my eye.
Tom, today, and the future
I promise to cherish you.
You are cherished and loved