AH, GENTLE MAIDEN
Ah, gentle maiden, who made you?
So gentle and beautiful too
Eyes the shape of golden almond
Your heart a wealth of diamond
Ah, gentle maiden, who made you?
You angelic and perfect too
Your body a burning fire
Its flame beyond expire
Ah, gentle maiden, he made you whole
And gave you my world to hold
And play with like a child
Your antics ever so wild
For my poor heart is your toy
And its end surely your ploy
As my hearts to bits you tear
And watch in awe as I weep and tear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem