Many people think
I'm crazy
but I know
I'm not crazy
to believe you and me
can one day travel
to every city near and far.
We'll visit
the French Tower
and eat baguettes;
in the ruins of Athens
we'll find ourselves
and maybe in Cairo too.
Some people say
you're too good for me
and I believe them
that's why I pursue
someone much greater
than I.
I, the lowly peasant,
fell for the royal prince
much to my dismay
and in turn
I have been set aside
to be drawn
into a Picasso or Van Gogh.
Day and night
I'll sketch
your hollow cheeks
and dirty blonde hair
in hopes of eventually strolling
through the streets of Florence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem