My Brave Princess

Who are you, O comely maiden?

Or what are you?

So beautiful to my eyes

So attractive

A fresh flower

A drop of dew

On a green grass.

A poem, my heart whispers

Are you made of words?

Or of voices tender and musical?

I find you a painter sometimes

Drawing reflections

of the beauty of nature

And of feelings of the soul.

But I find you sometimes

in searing anger yet  in sweetness

pulling off masks from

the faces of hypocrites

And other times you hold

a double-edged sword of fire

tearing curtains of lies

cutting through between

bone and marrow

O brave princess, my heroine

My heart adores you!

Xavier Bage

Wed, September 27, 2017

6:28 AM