True Love

Started off as a tiny seed wrapped inside a spherical castle,

Taken care of by a princess ceaselessly pouring her love,

Raising the sapling without any hassle,

Molding him as a prince of wow,

The seed, now seen as a colossal tree,

Leaving a bit of sparkle when it was sought,

The princess is still being an altruistic spree,

Showering her blessings as colorful thoughts,

Now the tree has grown,

Not to give fruits on occasion,

Embarked on a way to give its formidable bone,

sagaciously to render her a plate of recognition,

It's time for you to sit and lie,

To accept the luxury of exuberance from the cub's play,

Cuz It no longer screams like Pumbaa,

Now it's ready to roar like Simba.