Читать книгу Distracted Thoughts - L.F. dos Santos - Страница 12

The prince is fire in shape

image and splendour.

A magnificent species a flamed lover

in the art of amour.

No match on earth

nor in the moon.

Both succeeded

fertilising a bloom.

Under the magic brilliance,

of the mystical moon.

A grown-up being

was born.

A womb of soil,

rocks, roots, and dust.

The white haired princess`

breathing trust.

An incomparable beauty

emerald green eyes, round.

Ruby hues in her lips

her rose skin as hard as diamond.

A successful arrangement

a pact to balance the spun.

The princess was promised

to the prince of the sun.