The Princess Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

The Princess

Glorious in youth, and held by God in praise,
My love is a princess, the Virgin's chosen one.
In rosy blooms of the summer sun
She reveres Our Lady in majestic ways.

(All angels kneel in the light of her gaze.)

And in the evening, when the swaying linden trees
Gleam above her courtyard, among the slender fountains
She prays by a stream in the square up in the mountains
Where her heart is one with the holy breeze.

John Lars Zwerenz
(From 'New Poems' (C) 2022)