According to the legends, of days so old
there was a hero, of might and ego
His name was Andre the handsome lad
a courageous man and a stubborn fellow
Upon his arms goats and sheeps could hold
and flexible with smooth body as a willow
Our hero's heart upon his palm he did put
when he saw the cherry walking from the window
Out of his castle the knight did storm
down to her feet he was planted like an arrow
For customs of days of old as was told
that a lover for his love must bend so low
The story continues anyhow about our hero
the handsome lad of the might and ego
The cherry upon his heart did not have a mercy
nor a pitty did we hear of or ever did know
She said pardon moi mon cherry the mighty
my father is Radolf the king, I guess you know
The one who promised to fight this land
until the day that we might upon him have a sorrow
The dove of his heart couldn't behold its cage
and upon his tongue she did make the furrow
Oh my sun, oh my moon, he did say in hurry
I can not behold for your love reached the marrow
Come to see my father the king and ask
I might with some trick be yours to follow
With no hesitation the man he walked in behind
his tongue was tied and his brain was out of glow
In the king's palace with his ministers
our hero stood to ask for proposal there in below
The Father of the land did issue his command
you mighty hero to our armies must belong and follow
The poor although of his shock couldn't refuse
for as we said before her love reached his marrow
Few days came and the armies of the two
did meat in a battlefield full of sorrow
Dwell dwell, our hero dwell, and quarrel
against your countrymen fight with your claw
But out of sudden in a horrible moment
everyone with armour noticed that the hero did bellow
What a misery looking shape it was that time
to see the mightest of all with a face so yellow
The pikes nor swords did leave space in his body
and inspite of his armoury his body was made hollow
After the battlefield was cleared it was announced
in lands far and near the news crossed every meadow
The diamond of Radolf got married in a holy wedding
and poor Andre, travelled to a dark spot that was so narrow
It's really a great poem u write so well, and hav a gd background about past cultures.The story is interesting, good style in narration, with keeping the rhyme all the poem long.I most liked these verses. down to her feet he was planted like an arrow that a lover for his love must bend so low can not behold for your love reached the marrow and upon his and inspite of his armoury his body was made hollow tongue she did make the furrow And i liked so much ur poem (After You) but it didn't work to leave a comment there i dunno know why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lyrical reminder that love can be dangerous, and that there is a way in which at least some people can love too much. Hardly anything left of poor Andre but empty space. Quite some battle. Quite some story.