By Hector M. Rivera
A shrouded hood covers lips
that wished and wished to steal a kiss,
from balcony up high and laden with
clouds with dreams of princess missed.
On moonlit paths of danger near
the shrouded hood darts here and there,
always quick as lightning spent,
to catch a glimpse of fairest lips.
Then evil struck and the hood was banned,
and pined away in distant lands
and sings songs, so full and sad,
of fairer times across the sands.
I cannot stop my feet from falling,
one then others ever drawing
near to days of distant past
please speed me to my golden lass.
Let fire fall on shadows left,
let nothing hamper my ascent,
one more step away from depths
of bitter hells and callous pits.
Sanctify our union made,
when rains swell down and merry played,
of hearth and home and diligence
no distance forged could sever us.