The Prince Who Rides

He rides on a white horse,

He gallops like there is no tomorrow;

His heart beats fast,

And he cannot catch his breath.

She is more beautiful than the dawn,

More lovely than the song of the lark;

He sees her and is drawn,

His heart is filled with love.

Her beauty draws him close,

As he gallops on his white horse toward her;

He catches her in his arms,

Her sweet smell enthralling him,

Her radiant beauty taking away his breath.

As they ride away together,

He kisses her beautiful face

And revels in the glory of her beauty.

He rides away with her,

On his white horse,

Far away into the sunset.