My fair lady! Look how shallow thou are,
And sacrificed thy self for infinite fancies;
But when thy unfulfilled fantasies fly too far,
Thou are doomed in everlasting lunacies.
Thou always hope the memories rewind,
But still, all the best ended less;
And when mercies are hard to find,
Thou finally faced the test.
Oh dear, it is simply too hard to see,
Thou remain to acts like this;
Who yields for free,
But yearning for bliss.
[*june,13th 05*]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem