Page To His Queen Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

Your Highness, as shadow piercedwith dolorI trudge across this palace following this absent love of yours,
There's no one even the jester, your clown can bring the frolic back again - a sunlit wild flower perusal of your happy, smiling face...
-So much!You dare? - Your poesy sing smiling face with such a state of my affairs? , I am your Queen, you are my page, -what number, Chancellor?
I beg your pardon, ten thousand something, My revenue? Remind me later-And you, poetry escalading summit page? Amor demise protracted verdict, submit your scribbling later,
Some other, yet another day-and mind you well -not too soon, your page is in OUR intimate rehearsal, Dames may be willing to hear you out but state affairs, you won't make them pray,
Now run away my waywardroguish page and yetand ye another day.