The first time
My 'Prince' came
He boasted the love of the world.
His big talk
Stopped me in my tracks
Naive and innocent though I was.
I looked in my heart and saw not
His reflection there,
Guilty sorrow
In my mind
As I turned and walked away.
My 'Prince' came again…
I was in love
In every sense of the word-
Blind, Deaf, Dumb,
Blissfully happy
My feet never touched the ground
Our lips met and I forgot to breathe.
The ocean rose
The day he discovered his heart
And that I wasn't in it.
I am a practiced skeptic
Pro in the business of 'Princes'
Riding off to the horizon
~Impossible~
The horizon being
An imaginary line that recedes
As you approach it.
Of the mysteries of life,
What is love?
And what
Is a Prince?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem