Could I fathom a women heart and dare to steal it,
Or be dumb to quantify and trade ever misfit,
Fancy what you may but I did not surrendered my wit,
Think again before you truly tempt to shrink my grit;
Ask a woman her age and get bushwhack in the bet,
You may be a crack shot but I am no nut to fret,
Hardened case of mania and you still chose to confess,
Configured and bitten by a cat enjoy the stress;
Best to let her steal your heart into her numbered vault,
And woo her in the moonlit night never to default.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem