an illustration to H.C.Andersen's most beautiful tale
My prince is beyond reach.
The more I love him,
but I can never unveil myself to him.
I can only adore him from a distance,
caress him with my kindest thoughts,
embrace him with my tenderness,
worship his unfading beauty,
save his life and spoil him with my dreams,
but he shall never know who I am,
my sufferings for him shall be unknown to him,
so that I gladly will continue suffer.
All that matters is my love
boundless without reservations
lasting longer than myself
who am but a spirit
hiding ever
in the invisibility
of my everlasting love.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2008-02-26 at 20:17
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The Mermaid
My prince is beyond reach.
The more I love him,
but I can never unveil myself to him.
I can only adore him from a distance,
caress him with my kindest thoughts,
embrace him with my tenderness,
worship his unfading beauty,
save his life and spoil him with my dreams,
but he shall never know who I am,
my sufferings for him shall be unknown to him,
so that I gladly will continue suffer.
All that matters is my love
boundless without reservations
lasting longer than myself
who am but a spirit
hiding ever
in the invisibility
of my everlasting love.
Poetry by Laila Roth
Read 554 times
Written on 2008-02-26 at 20:17
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