I am drunk with waves, I am drunk with wine.
I have returned from Spain with
gold and gems.
I have found my princess donning
diadems,
In the courtyard where the
stones meet vine.
She wanders as a gypsy in the vast,
marble square,
Where slender fountains rise in
the cool, spring air.
Her home is up high, behind the
terrace of the tower,
Where she sings of fair love to
the trees above the bower.
~ John Lars Zwerenz
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