Her face did launch a thousand ships to sail upon the sea
a thousand sails before the wind where beauty could not flee
and there before her walls deployed encamped ten thousand fold
to win by skill in battle what a fortress could not hold
and so i threw my lot among them there upon of the field
to see what love would bring me though no weapon did I wield
except for words of comfort or a song to bring her glee
or kisses that were stolen when her laughter I would see.
long years have past now since that day I left her on the shore
to chose her love by comforts and the things that I’d abhor
and still in all I miss that girl out there across the waves
of seas that stretch a thousand miles from long forgotten days
there standing on the sands of time the walls that kept her in
now broken all asunder where some lover there did win
yet I still travel to her where my dreams of love abide
upon those fields of plenty there of passion and of pride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
plenty of passion and pride. good one.