A little here, a little there
Her glamorous eyes filled with fear
A nymph I can't compare.
A little love, a little touch
She desires pleasure in a rush
Browbeaten by Fate's clutch
She stays mute till lust flush.
A little care, a little comfort
She seeks love of some sort
Rare and pretty but life's tough
She doubt beauty from night to dawn.
A little fear from different faces
She wish to be touched in sacred places
Love is harsh, love is racist
Sweet moments are hasty.
A little dream when time is dangling
She searches for her Prince Charming
Where is luck? What is happening?
Will beauty shine in this famine?
A little here, a little there
She thinks beauty doesn't care
But you are no beast my dear
Do not mask your face like them
You are an angel so fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.................... 'heavy sigh'