Ode to my Dear
How often has my heart been propelled
And taken to silent places of present and past ?
How often has it been patient, light but troubled,
Alive not lively to withstand the crimes of the cast ?
How often has the sun been behind clouds briddled
But faithful forever to birds and flowers to grow fast ?
O Dear, you will constantly live in my world and be loved ;
You will always be the first to come to my mind and the last.
I am your soldier when people keep raiding to subdue you.
I am your knight when soldiers forget to remember you.
I am your prince when knights are gone and serve no more.
No time, now, have we to waste when clocks are set.
No tears, now, have we to shed, Dear, what, my goodness, for ?
We shared the past, we share the present, what shall we wait for ?