It is difficult to find another you, my Love.
Your mold has been broken and is no more.
You are a fading catch from a distant shore,
From a time when ladies of honor were galore.
But like a sea that was not replenished,
Jellyfish women who were never wished-
because they lack substance - pridefully swish,
taking over the seas, they rudely shove.
Ravaging virtue's seed without letting them grow
They corrupt those that birth to fit the niche.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem