8 May 2012
Dash over rooftops, covered by cloud, Peppered by raindrops and wary of sound, Different on skin than it is on the ground, Hiding in shadows he cannot be found,
Slip through the garden of luscious green, Covered in flowers and tropical trees, Quick to find the red desert rose, Takes and escapes lest somebody knows,
So quick on his feet there's no need to try, Swinging on spires to a balcony high, Leaves by the sleeping princess' head, A poem and rose of elegant red.
Here in the books lies romance, an art, But it's just not there in most peoples' hearts, For that would require a risk and a thrill, They seem to forget that we all have free will.
His Highness • Opuss № I