Safely she looks
Down
Upon us
From her parapet
A Queen
Looking for a Regent Prince;
She is no gypsy girl
Offering her soul
Between candles
On a cherry wood
Floor;
So live in torment
Unwed mother
Pace your castle halls
Queen of empty spaces
While some wet-eyed
Gypsy
Pulls me down
And calls me King of Hearts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The image of the queen of empty spaces is beautifully and touchingly drawn.... Enjoyed this lovely write! !