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THE PRINCESS OF MANILA



Somewhere in Asia, lives the Princess of Manila
She dwells in the sovereign Palace
Alone but waiting for her lover
She sat by a window made of gold
In her scintillating and beautiful robe
She was waiting with a radiating face
With eyes that narrate the story of love
She kept looking outside
Impatience drowned her soul to tears
She said: where are you, my heart?
But ‘my heart’ could not respond to her
She added: Where are you, my love?
But ‘my love’ could not hear her voice
A river of sadness started flowing
From the heart of the Princess of Manila
When the night fell, she was still waiting
Enraged, she ripped her robe apart
Suddenly a messenger bird knocked the window
It brought a paper from the prince
The paper says: I am almost there my love
She read it and shouted: My love is coming! He is coming!
She then started smiling like a child
And fell back on the bed out of excitement
She called her maid with a tender voice
She shouted again: My love is coming! He is coming!
And then the princess of Manila continued to wait
This is the story of the Princess of Manila



BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT

(THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)

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