Dulcinea Poems - Poems about Dulcinea

I am the knight-errant, he sang in a loud excited way. riding his horse Rocinante, each and every day. his pot-bellied friend Sancho Panza continued to stay. even though tricks were played on them here and far away. my dear Dulcinea will be around the next corner Quixote sang. his voice was confident, his verses happy, his melody ring rang. his...

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My buttercup bewitched me evermore Those mesmerising eyes of a gazelle Celestial cerulean 'amore' Enamoured I'm by my breathtaking belle I prize the bonny sunshine of my heart She's my pulchritudinous 'querido' Catalyst of my Parnassian art She's like a splendiferous soignée doe The moon can't compete with my 'priyatham' The sun shivers at her angelic touch Together we're in resplendent...

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Why can't I be Dulcinea? I look and you don't see I feel and you don't receive I cry and you show no tenderness I smile and you don't believe I kiss and you don't respond I touch and you don't yearn But no… No one sees the Dulcinea No one feels my loneliness No one dries my tears No one smiles back No one believes in...

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Cierro los ojos y los abro otra vez Ahí, ahí esta mi Castillo. Como en los cuentos de hadas, Quiero ser Julieta pero me siento como Dulcinea. Las cimas de las montañas están tan lejos, El paisaje bello en verdes y grises Pero mi castillo, mi sueño… El castillo de Dulcinea… La bruma que baila ante de mis ojos, El sol que está escondido,...

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Te amo,Dulcinea It’s not a physical love but a love borne out of memories past brief glimpses of sharing our thoughts and dreams of the future through a leafy path where daisies bloom or you and I only in a room surrounded by darkness save for one candle light and night came more...

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Dulcinea sits in wonder as Don Quixote wanders about fighting his brood of windmill warriors white sails billowing in the wind Dulcinea knows his illusion confusing victories for the spoils while he conquers his unseen enemy she ponders her life alone Dulcinea, Quixote's allusion beauty fair and loving deep like the windmills in his mind alas, she is also not real...

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