There he stood ~ the handsome one,
possessing those magical powers
to attract the girls; flirting was fun,
as winter days gave way to the sun.
He named each maiden his 'Flower'.
One special girl came back for more,
she was Anna Marie of the midnight hour.
Anna continually knocked on his door
wearing emerald jewellery galore...
She was his very own 'Marigold Flower'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem