the sun rises early. golden rays illuminatethe entire vast kingdom. it plays with the peaks of the towers, shimmers in the colored glass of the church, peers into the still shuttered windows of the sleeping city.
it looks at you too, my Prince. gently slides over your delicate skin, outlining thin hands and your like crystal face.
how did you sleep, my Prince? have you dreamed of incredible travels, or perhaps you dreamed of bright feasts and rich tablefulls at royal feasts? you probably wake up, gently wrapping yourself in silk sheets and hiding from the playful sunbeam.
when you open your eyes, it's like another sun rises for me. you stand at the window for a long time, contemplating the awakening nature, and your lips are touched by the most tender smile. how much i love it when you smile.
you love adventures. so after breakfast you get into the saddle and, having spurred your horse, you rush towards freedom. of course i follow you. we are drive for a long time, and my heart skips a beat when i look at you.
you are a beautiful flower, and no one can find alike in the whole world. we pass an oak grove, and it seems that nature itself rejoices at your arrival. you move forward, exposing your face to the warm wind, and i follow you. and i always will.
you like to stop by the river. dismount from the horse and approach the water, looking at fish with shiny scales. i tie the horses' reins to the branch of a large oak tree and look at you, feeling the warmth spreading all over my body. how beautiful you are, my most beautiful flower.
you turn to me and smile, so warm and bright that it seems to me that all the light, all the warmth of this world is now on these lips.
“come to me, Sir Raymond,” you laugh, lovely child, and i obey. as if with childish curiosity you run your thin but strong palms through the cold bib, touch your neck with your fingertips. i look at you with a gentle smile.
you are smiling, and the sun is dim compared to your smile. there are billions of stars in your eyes, and your lips are sweeter than honey. you're kissing me, with such tenderness and passion, and i am ready to put the whole world at your feet.
my heavy hands gently faling on your thin waist as i pull you closer to me. you are smiling and touching my curly hair, you're laughing, my fair Prince.
what a pity that flowers' lives are so short
how much i would give to see your smile and eyes full of stars again.
you were the most brave and beautiful Flower. you were a rose, like those that grow in the royal garden. but none of them can compare to your beauty. you rushed into battle in the forefront, and i remember your beautiful face, covered in blood. and i remember your smile, my sweet Prince.
the roses in the royal garden are beautiful. but i can't look at them anymore, because they are red.
