William is my name
I am in love with a dame.
She is like a fairy
But I am so hairy.
Her eyes so sparkled
My skin so wrinkled.
Her gait so elegant
Mine so malignant.
Her lips as red
As my flowing blood.
I know I am so ugly
But I like her humbly
Everything in her
Makes my love prosper
But alas I can't express
My aiching stress.
Oh! I treasure her
As delicate feather.
Yes, I know
I won' t get the girl as snow.
But I live on hope
So I am able to cope
O God bless me
Or I, ll be in the sea.'
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I am quiet amazed with the ryhm scheme you have here in this poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love! With the muse of my aiching stress. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.