No painter ever captured such a smiling, jewelled, glance;
Til, at a feast, a virgin did smile~ and began to dance.
Such majestic freedom of innocence radiated in the air.
This free-spirited jewel of the rainbow dance everywhere.
Sad~ the stance of the envious, the jealousy, and the insecure.
Many thought to contain such beauty within their selfish lure.
They perceived her gifted smile, each, in their own selfish way.
Wanting the love of that angel-child, many did smiled that day.
One rich man caught sight and rallied his best to try and attain.
None had ever seen such a smile, so pure and bright, from distain.
All wanted to show her their bait-and-switch card, not their game.
What Subtle webs men weave, hardly knowing our true-self or name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem