Bon Voyage

In a world so vast, he traveled far and wide,
A lonely little prince with stars as his guide.
His heart, a fragile rose, in a glass dome encased,
A love so delicate, in a desolate space.

He met a fox with wisdom in his eyes,
Who spoke of love’s truth, a precious prize?
But love, it seemed, was hard to understand,
For it slipped through his fingers like desert sand.

He met a rose on a distant asteroid’s land,
A beauty so rare, like the touch of a hand.
But it craved attention, its petals a plea,
And his love for it brought him agony.

He met a geographer, cold and detached,
Mapping out worlds, emotions unmatched.
But maps cannot capture love’s fleeting grace,
It’s a journey of the heart, in a boundless space.

He learned that love is more than words can tell,
It’s in the heart’s whispers, a secret spell.
A bond that transcends the bounds of the earth,
A treasure that’s cherished, of infinite worth.

So, the little prince, with his heart set free,
Let love guide him through the starry sea.
Though love may bring sorrow, it’s a gift from above,
A bittersweet tale, the story of the little prince’s love.

All men have the stars,” he answered, “but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others, they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You — you alone — will have the stars as no one else has them”