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Princess ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1993

Come to my arms, O Princess,
Arms that yearn to enfold
Thee safe within their compass,
To banish all harm, all cold.

Sad are thine eyes, O Princess,
Eyes that should sparkle and shine;
May laughter replace the shadows,
Let them fondly gaze into mine.

What was the sin, O Princess,
Which made of your life a shell?
You just loved, if none too wisely,
Then rather a little too well.

Here is my heart, O Princess,
Given most freely and true;
So talk about things that ail thee,
And the path which leads me to you.

Anchor yourself, O Princess,
Close in to my lee-side shore;
The rock of my love protects you,
Both now and for long ever more.


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