You, King of my heart, what will you do?
Does your Kingdom shine,
glitter and bloom in clear light of this
enchanting spring?
Or are you sending out
scents of your
wonder weapons to
capture new land
– expand your possessions and responsibilities?
You, Braveheart with courage to
make my skin
blush of shyness
at that time in past
ligthened lust in my nerves for
soft rose fervour of your Royal
passionate kisses that
disturbed me
awhile to walk what seemed
wrong ways
You, Crown Prince of
ancient life, are you still fighting
same wars against ghoests and limits
– are my King bleeding, ruled by others?
Or do you
secretly dream of
escaping with Gypsy Queen to
finally fly free into the beautiful
boundless world of magic?
What do you do
to be true to your soul?