With honeyed words she did call
With fluttering eyes she did beckon
And more the fool was I
For not stopping to reckon
For her charm is always fleeting
And her love doesn't last
Her heart is and empty tomb
As deep as it is vast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Things are not always as they first appear... but only become obvious over time. Great write, Ivy! Brian