He wrote her a poem filled with flair
Of reasons why he loved her hair
She dismissed his attempted prose
As just an attempt to ease her woes
In hopes their love would soon ignite
She sensed this with trembling fright
Not wishing to respond to his plea
Her basic instinct was to flee
The reason known only to her
She wore a wig she had no hair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem