Nigh, ten eon dull abide
When, sterling spirits smile
And brown eyes glisten
Upon initial glance
Our craving clinch
A shrouded lock
Apposite consorts fade
However recur
I, gathering empathy
She, enlisting poise
The cordial proem
Obligatory chitchat
Fashionable air kisses
The touch of her hand
A parting smile
A somber wave
Adieu…
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, nice title. Like it.