There she was, juxtaposed in my line of sight
Prim and proper yet prima donna
Coruscating in the early morning light.
With twirling hair like copper and almond eyes that knew
A hot uncertain smile that danced on lips of silk
Barbaric hate I have never felt, a desire to scream from rooftops I would never satisfy
Something to which pains me so, I cant deny
As into anothers arms she flew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why do you write such nice things about everyone but me? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? But I like it.