Alchemy Poem by Kostas Lagos

Listen to the wind
singing for her,
the beauty of her eyes
praising with every blow,
the view of her hair
that steals every breath.
In vain the alchemists were looking
the sone of the phiosophers.
Only a touch of her
can turn every metal
into gold
In vain they were searching
for the elixir of youth
Her kiss is sufficient
to give eternal life
Princess of elves
queen of fairies!
How many men have bowed
to your dark pulchritude