My time will come, someday to see
those ghosts which come to haunt,
displaying their sweet snares to me
in their enchanting flaunt.
To their advance, I will succumb,
and lower my heart’s shield.
I'll let the women they've become,
display the wiles they wield.
Such thoughts as these, my mind will seize,
too strongly to let go.
These fantasies, my fancy please,
beyond our means to know.
There’s only one way, my heart can be sure:
Lay down my shield and succumb to the lure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem