How hath it become,
That I now find loss,
Of thine face of beauty,
And thine words of verility...
My Princess, I am amiss,
Of such a viberant touch,
And whisp'r winds kiss,
That caress thine inner core...
How hath the winds change,
Unto whinst direction doth flow,
That I shalt start of search,
Of the breeeze I hath of know....
My Princess, return thy breath,
An' bring of thy brighte't day,
let thy wind' ruffle thine leaves,
So that we shalt have play..........
An enjoyable poem, like a tale from old, nicely done! Love duncan X
Nice change of pace here, Geoff. I like this old English style - remeniscent of Shakespeare (IMO) . Nice work! Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done Geoff you do have the touch....................Diane