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.
8.6.'15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So gentle! Love and dreams. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you for reading and for the comment, Edward.