From the Ashes Rose
A fool and princess.
There was a princess once-st,
Who did take pity on a fool.
And in the shadow of her beauty, he didst bask.
With a voice, that couldest sound.... so sweet.
Humming birds..... Would
pluck her words,
from thin air !
On every word he hung,
Of every song she'd sung.
And he lost his heart,
To a beautiful......lady?
Nay,
My Princess!
Giajl © Jim Love