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PrinceAlexander Sep 2016
In poetry I go by the pen name Prince, but yet for me it's not so big endeavor.
Just let the purity and pain, in love for you I feel, in heart of yours will stay forever.
PrinceAlexander Sep 2016
So let as curse, as cruel possession,
To you in darkness, lack of sight,
My hot seducing naked impression
Will come as torture day and night.

And then in throes of lust and carnal passion
In madness agonizing, conjuring and praying,  
For making love to me consuming mad obsession
Price ultimate of death you'll offer to be paying.

Your begging though will be in vain.
My heart will stay indifferently cold.
You fool, forever lying at my feet in pain,
Be able not light fire of my soul.
Cleopatra punishes her court jester by blinding him for mocking her.
PrinceAlexander Sep 2016
In love to you, I stopped the run of my life's horse,
By power of my love I raised it up to stay in rack
Then, burning everything, I forced my life to go back
So fire of my soul thy melt the ice of yours.

Don't run away from my poetic lines, which just for you I've penned.
They'll anyway catch up with you - so don't even dream of flight.
They do not hurt - their touch is gentle, please accept them, don't fight,
- Same way as you have used to take your mother's hand.
PrinceAlexander Sep 2016
I traveled back to past to visit realm of shadows,
For Eurydice lost image looking in oblivion grass meadows.
Opened before me long forgotten old days world,
Where love and jealousy lie calmly, put by memory on hold.

But playing Lira can't awake them from the sleepy being
And one can not revive the songs that once were sung.
Once only in life is given to us bloom of spring,
We feel the warmth of summer only once - when we're young.
PrinceAlexander Sep 2016
There is the woman only one from thousands of others out.
When I'm with her I'm the Prince, I'm the beggar - when without.
PrinceAlexander Sep 2016
Is there courage drinking poison once - to brake the body's cage?
- Much harder is to cope with bitter daily taste of overgrown age;
Experience no more the feelings that we yearn,
The longing of the youth, which never will return.
PrinceAlexander Sep 2016
Last sip of tenderness, last breath of love, last line of verse ...
Exhausted, cold and empty is my soul, lost in eternity of Universe.
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