My Love For a Princess

There are many flowers I can compare you to But I cannot remember any of their names You may taste like a fresh fig Or you may smell like jasmine And you may look like a Burmese princess But my tears will never dry up I have met you many times In another world Where my love can live freely Without restraint Without laughing at herself Our eyes have never met Our hands have never touched And your hair Has never been kissed by my lips Do not always hide in politics Burma is more than that Not just a place with many tears Torture and iron bars Burma is the place of many lost souls Looking to escape to a citadel of peace We may never touch each other But always speak kind words Across a border with thousands of refugees And machine gun fire Killing all the children Who have come too late To walk up the steps to lasting peace When the only place to hide Is inside a temple Sometimes And your precious heart