Beauty vision weary shirt viel roughshod
small feet I gave to you.
Virgin marble pink one color veins across
my face all know.
Bringing wool this time this year thinking I
will change this place you fear.
Vestiage hope the faith O small betrayed
he was by you.
Bright no call in night this soul berift.to you
vanity no shame your stead of truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well and well... As Botticelli's picture.... 5+5 Tsira