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
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