So there I was, or so I thought alone. Enjoying all the sum of nature's best. Just up ahead a wave of voices rise, four ladies gave the bland sun no warning. Auburn in the middle turned around. And so it was my friend, a face it was. Smile could break a heart, eyes heaven to see. Then I was reminded of another. Yes same face, same hair, full picture Amen. Searching through the vast clutter of the mind. She looks like, but who like? Waiting for the pin to drop if ever it would but when. Was she on a liner upon the sea? Or a fair dressmaker of Haute couture? And " What if " a song keeps on to haunting. Smile could break a heart, eyes heaven to see. It's there but hiding around the corner. In time I'll grasp it, an actress I'm sure. Stands holding court with the friends near by. Marianne Dashwood if ever I saw. Presence stands out like Titian among the daubs and splash of moderns outrageous school. Smile could break a heart, eyes heaven to see. Auburn walks away down the dabbled path, retreating like a childhood memory. Soon she has gone and I'm feeling the loss. And still wondering where I've seen her twin. Smile could break a heart? eyes heaven to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem