meeting you that evening
the enchantment seems endless
my heart has wings and my hands
have magic wands and my mouth
has the magic words of love
it is a fairy tale, and we sleep
in that castle in the clouds and
the soldiers listen to my commands,
and then i wake up without you
my princess turn into an old doll
my magic wands mere matchsticks
love imagined, love unrequited
a bitter pill, a deadly potion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem