The Princess and the Slave

In the gardens of Grenada,
The princess takes her daily walk,
To her young slave Mohab,
Does she idle there to talk,
"Every day you do look paler,
When I see you in the park,
And your voice sounds ever fainter,
Like the song of the dying lark",
Said the slave who just adored her,
"I belong to the tribe of Mohove,
Those who die for unrequited love".

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz