Wanderer In Search Of Love

The prince of a great Kingdom, 

Wanders like a beggar, 

Through the streets, 

In the woods, 

In search of a girl, 

A poor beautiful girl, 

Whom he accidentally saw, 

While crossing across the river! 

Pointing out a great painting, 

Preserved in the walls of the Museum, 

This is the girl, 

History believes! 

Explaining this to people, 

For myself a tour guide, 

A man who works for money. 

How can a king, 

Leave all his subjects, 

And leave in for a search

Of a mere woman? 

I always wonder, 

How the two countries waged war, 

Just for a woman! 

The love stories, 

The histories hold, 

Were silly until 

A tourist turned towards me, 

And asked pointing out a woman, 

Watching her stand closer near the painting. 

A glimpse of a magical spell, 

My eyes were glued, 

I couldn't conclude,

Whether she was a real 

Woman or a painting. 

Now I am wanderer, 

For I wander every place of the museum, 

Every day, just to see her once. 

And to tell her that, I wonder, 

Was I that King 

And she, the woman 

I searched for?

She was blessed enough

To see herself of the past, I believe. 

And I wasn't blessed enough, 

Even to see her face,

Even in this birth?