Poezja

This shall be proficiency at its highest,
So may I introduce myself to your highness
and lend my arm for you to hold
as I take you on your journey
to the moutain of gold

Alas sweet tears may fall
like cold floors they sting
yet relieve my ever envy
that I could not comprehend
your beauty that is neverending

Descending, descending
we embark on a trail so deep
may I feel your succelent lips against mine
To have your soul to finally keep?

Yes I have been waiting
and watching your illumionisty in awe
Why these humans cannot see what I see
Will be a fact about the race that will always allure

Oh treasures cannot be buried
as long as your face surrives
for the passion of the earth shows clearly
in the tears that pierce through your window eyes

Let none see through
that beautiful blue
but reflect all of it back -
reveal nothing that is within you

for you are the power and the glory
and not just another faded story
your name shall stay in grace
without a rememberance of a face

And what was once a fairytale
shall now become real
that is of course if I find you first
before some pirate is to steal

My princess of the nile
My queen of the stars
my wondering angel
That is associated with automatic cars

Oh how little they know!
What walks amongst their shores
A daughter of high esteem
that lives like the common whores

Yet love does not last
in a place of no duality
so let me take you where you belong
and you'll be forever happy in my reality

Come back to me