Yellow flowers filled his path up to the old brown tree

Inside, Little Prince Yesung was so curious to see

As he stuck his head into the dark hole

All he found was worms, bugs, and mold.

Turning back, he looked again

To the field of yellow and saw there in,

A being in all white with two large wings

And onto him, a small being clings.

Little Prince Yesung steps closer

To see the wonder and get his closure

For the being of white is something angelic

And the smaller one is of folklore, of the Celtic

It was an odd sight to see

And as rare as it was to be

The little prince looked on in curiosity

Of all the couples he’d seen so far, this one was one of diversity.

An elf, Henry, had fallen in love with an angel, Zhou Mi

Although Little Prince Yesung saw the difference, love was still the key

Smiling to himself, though his heart filled with yearning

He turned back to his path and continued on, his passion burning.