In my own words
Blunter, less refined
They cut like swords
But no less blind
Not a John Donne
Or an Andrew Marvell
However begun
They aim to sparkle
And to beguile
To win her to my side
And all the while
I will abide
A compromise
While I wait
In all her eyes
However late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now this one I am sure I have never seen before. Did you win the 'her' to your side that you were after?