Love In the Royal Grove

Adieu the king, Long live the king: The crown was in the grove Where his forebears dwell In their majestic transfiguration; There he would inherit the fiat, The power to say and to be; In the grove of royal tutorial Where prince became king Where ancient secrets were learnt The tryst of the dead and the living Forest of rite of accession. There fortune anointed me, Made venus’s heart my portion: The royal heiress smiled at me, Her eyelids blinked and blinked, Like fire fighters’ ambluance, Her boby moving ups and downs Like a piston of new brand auto As she nailed her eyes on me She made my spot her path By my side she offered me wine In a royal calabash of symbol And laid her hand on me Like a bed spread on yielding matress Instantly I woke from my slumber Like a chameleon rewinding back its tongue And she piloted me to the chamber In the interior of the royal Where many games were offered; Ludo and chess I did not play, But played love with my princess; Sure the gods are wise: A night in the royal grove, Remains love of my life.