I met a girl called her at times a child
in her forties, she was really mature,
her glances did draw me, drove my heart wild
to love her every glance did me allure,
suddenly my feelings for her was strong
as if something sweet could happen with us,
I thought that I might have it somewhat wrong
that forgetting of her I really must
she smiled, turned all my fears to dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the fact the first has the word child and the last has dust. A begining and end for a well structured poem.