The Boy With The Rose Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

The boy looks
so gentle
with a rose on his head
and a refined appearance.
Elegant motions
make noble his body
and sweet words
mild his heart.
I THE prince, chose him
as my squire
and in far away lands
and lost worlds
we have shared
fire, water, food,
a pallet,
interwoven with memories,
a life,
adorned with colours,
a destiny,
embroidered with love.
We have drunk
at the spring of Eternal Youth
and from time immemorial
we, sometimes hidden,
live our adventures
in the minds of men.

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