With borrowed beauty in my youth
I curved along appeal
withheld my gaze from gazing men
and tossed my hair, aloof.
With beauty waning, age's truth,
I carve an inner weal
wishing now the Me of then
had flirted more with proof.
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I would like to translate this poem
Aha to turn back time eh, a sublime poem, excitingly penned. Nice to read u again.