The Little Portuguese Princess

A Portuguese princess there on the stairs Knee high and smiling of wish filled cares A grin of a sprite and a handful of pickings A thought to feelings and a feel to thinkings Till pointed announcement, "For you and for you." A secret left caught in her spirited dart to Another pressing matter of love and games A month passed and pity's provocation aims To knocking on my girl's hollow door Sounding a nothing echo for the evermore Wistful angel synced to clocks not mine So disadvantageous did thine flowers consign Why not to honouring when I had a lover Who did not gloat to beauty put asunder By modern wants and riverless walks and treeless skies and dreamless talks Give me back your moment of bestowing That glinted charm that beckons love's sowing With a woman I needed and wish as you To see lover's love letting blue be blue And fire warmth and winters just waitings Till red ribbons make kites tailings Under summer suns, above greenery breathing Come back again to the stairs and stepping up to shake my shirt and turn my head With a handful of love and repeat what you said "For you and for you" and spirit into my memory as the omen that begun and beget a true love's story