Princess
My princess always cry
when I dare to say goodbye.
I'm tired of this war
and not seeing her anymore.
Just arrived the war zone
and feel trembling my bones,
not by the killing at the place
but because forgetting her face.
I imagine her weak, suffering alone.
It hurts more than a crush on its own.
Is there a feeling at this place?
Nothing compared to our case.
Here, I don't want to die.
Please, Sir, let me try,
instead, fainting on her arms.
There's where I find my calm.
No! I'm in a castle in the sky,
many, many meters up high.
She misses me from below,
but my love for her will never go.
This time I felt like writing a little poem. No time to let my ink sleep.
I wish you liked it.
Be your weekend good.
