A woman's heart is ruled by time
not by roses, not by rhyme
burning love that never bends
burns like the candle, lit on both ends
Oh! Young men of the day
a damsel may fall in love with you today
and in her cheeks the fire burns
and the dreams and longing returns
make haste
not a moment waste
lest the longing turns to pain
look upon her cheeks again
upon her velvet face so fair
you will find nothing there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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