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Princess Deokman

Princess Deokman

2017

My dear Princess Deokman!
It's now 2017,

It's been more than 1,370 years,
Since my Spirit has set foot in Silla,

The place I was born,
The place I died, saving a life,
The place I want to return,

My memories of you have traveled through the centuries,
Your face reminds me of a witty Silla Queen, 
With a smile as bright as the Dawn,
Together, we are like rice cakes and hot pepper sauce,

Oh darling Princess,
My kind-hearted Queen,
My witty young love,
The perfect companion to my Lonely Soul.

Sharon's Roses are red,
Skies are blue,
I like the waves of an Eastern sea,
But not as much as I love walking on the beach,
And singing with you!

Oh! Darling Princess,
Your hands are like beautiful cherry blossoms on a spring day,
You're the greatest Queen ever to walk Silla.

Your witty laughing face,
Your loving Soul,
Your beautiful hands,
I see you as a great Queen,

How could I look at another when your kindhearted love is so strong?

Even today,
After all, these centuries have passed,
I still love you my Princess Deokman!

I'd die for you again today.

Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

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Ron Chapman

Thank you, Mark, for the wonderful comment. :)
Ron

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