Rouge Prince Of The Knights Realm

Poem By Rik Bertrand

I travel through the lands of Orygon,
I search for my essence in life, my freedom.
I search for my maiden, the Love of my Life,
I shall find my Fair Lady and make her my wife.

I am the Rouge Prince, A knight of a sort.
But I have left the knights Realm that I may court.
I have dreamed of my love, and I am committed to her.
My first vision of her made my lonely heart stir.

I wonder through villages and city streets,
Praying that I may find my maiden sweets,
Her hypnotizing eyes, and her flowing hair,
I dream of her beauty, and pray no despair.

I am the Rouge Prince, A knight of a sort.
But I have left the knights Realm that I may court.
Then night stirs the very clouds of the times,
And mixes emotions until love does it find.

My Maiden, my vision, My Lady, My Love.
I shall find you soon, a mission of….
We shall be together soon, embraced, as one.
And my journey for love shall be over and done.

I am a Rouge Prince and you are my true Love
Can you tell me my dear what you're thinking of?
Do you await me during my search for your touch?
Am I your Rouge Prince, or do you think such?

REB (FEB 2012) for those waiting for their Prince

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