Sweet, sweet sincere Ophelia.
Quick to smile and fair of heart.
A soul only so rare.
The God's blessed her so.
Pain she felt for those in woe.
No mortal knew her so.
She'd denied no man their due.
Yet not all was fair for our sweet Ophelia.
Her smile quick to fade.
Fair heart no more.
Her soul blackened by the hatred of man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet Ophelia must ease up on herself! Mr. Right will soon come along.....and when he does.....I want to be among the first to know.