Mystical madness in her eyes
One sly little wink from her
Unexpectedly held you like a vise
Hid her charm was not a guise
Flowing ringlets of brown hair
Made her seem without despair
Pouting lips of crimson red
Made all men lose their head
Her love was meant for only me
All the rest hung from a tree
She made me feel full of pride
I'm glad her eyes weren't open wide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, I like it, thanks.