came the princess
one evening
to the slave fleet
quickly softly speaking
love whispers
speaking
what is your true name
my heart soft is seeking
your true homeland
your true nation
I desire to learn
in understanding
slave spoke a name
a love secret
his tribe in a voice
to a princess keeping
the slave growing
paler and paler because
he loves
the Sultan's daughter
he is she is
from the tribe that dies
when they love
by passion splashing water
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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