A man stands in the distance,
who he is? .. I guess I'll never know;
I want to give my heart to him,
but he can only say no.
I say to him,
'My darling, I am honest, loving, pationate,
and I have a heart of gold;
I can be yours if you let me...'
He says to me,
'What would I want with honesty, love,
or hearts of gold?
I want only a women who is thin, and pretty.'
Then I said,
'My darling, do not search for beauty,
for youth and beauty fades away;
Like the rose that blooms in the morning,
and in the evening dies away.'
*03-16-98
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another good piece. keep up the good work