This pretty girl has style and flair,
Will she invite me to her lair?
I swear there's something in the air.
Should I invite her for a drink,
Suggest a date at the skating rink
(For writing an ode is a waste of ink) ?
These things don't come upon a plate,
Or if they do, they come too late
Like something nasty that we ate.
So, dear friend, please do not scold -
Our warmest days give way to cold
And youth itself like love grows old.
I super love the end! Love and poetry can at times feel like Diminishing Returns!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your style is simplistic, but underneath there is a real deepness of feeling that comes over so well in all your poetry. Thank you for this charming and intriguing poem.