Your love
Is beautiful,
My poet,
The fortuneteller
Said with
A smile,
And she added,
Her hair
Is long
Like the river,
And dark
Like the night.
Her eyes
Are full
Of charm,
And her lips
Look like
Strawberries
From paradise.
But her land
Is far,
Her palace
Is high,
And surrounded
With clouds.
The road
To her garden
Is long,
And misty.
And to win
Her heart,
You will have
To seek
Heavenly apples,
Magical rings,
And tulips.
You will have
To cross
Deep seas,
Fearful deserts,
Wide skies.
For your love,
My poet,
Is beautiful:
Her hair
Is long
Like the river,
And dark
Like the night.
Her eyes
Are full
Of charm,
And her lips
Look like
Strawberries
From paradise.