Meeting with Royalty

Like an early dew falling on petals of beauty,
Singing ecstatically at the Sun’s warm hugs,
Soon spring flowers will grow in my heart,
A yearned meeting with my universe’s dew,
Sweet royalty in an infamous elegant musical,
A swerve and a skip then a twist of an arabesque,
An adorable soul joyfully smiling as she shines,
Now, it is my cue to enter the stage in glamour,
Anointed as her realm’s guardian and advisor,
So, here is the dance of the young Arabian prince.