Prinz und seine Prinzessin

2005-11-26T10:59:00.000-08:00

In the moonlight,
A vision arose,
A spectre of love
That no one else knows.
In the moonlight,
A highwayman came,
And loved a girl
That only he knew her name.
He rode as a free man,
Without restraint or hold,
Because he had told himself,
That no prison could himself hold
In a love that would never again ride
Upon the moors and go undenied.
The scene of the haunted moors
Of a place of power that only the strong can endure.
With the road washed alight,
While the King's Guard Hunted in the darkest of nights,
Upon another road where the
Highwayman Found his truth.
He was a man which no bounty
Could ever be high enough
To catch and the ones who pursued
Would never know the fact
That he was the freedom
Against which tyranny would always never prevail
And he would ride in freedom
And he would love free at will,
Because his answers were always
Upon the moors that no one else
Could ever see.
And the inkeeper's daughter
Would always greet him in the night,
As he rode in love's sweetest delight.
For only within the wanting of love
And the need to have this within,
Can love live in happiness
And never, ever end!
The Highwayman rides to no one's tune
But the song of the wind,
And the light of the Lady Moon.
A cry of freedom in death perhaps some night,
But for now and always,
The Highwayman rides in the road
Of poetic delight.
His words sing as a endless melody
Of beauty and truth,
That all can hear,
The women who listen with joy,
As a poet of love sings
His artist's heart's truth.

2005-11-24T11:55:00.000-08:00

"I entered to his life and I stole his heart. Now I enter to his blog. I enter everywhere he is....
****Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,I start thinking of him and then ask myself, why?Why do I love him? I think and smile,because I know the list could run on for miles, The way he help me with my emotion, The way he care...Lost with him forever is where I want to be****To this wonderfull man who changed monotony of my life...To this man who took me so high above clouds...To man who learned me fly...

2005-11-24T09:40:00.000-08:00

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize!
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise To die in dust,
but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name;
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live,
and later life renew.