a rare beauty strides chance path crosses
eye catches time kept decades long tresses
what secrets lay locked twisted into tresses
if close friends would she relax free let down her hair
if imprisoned lover hidden lost ladder hair to lonely tower
if Medusa with living venomous snakes in place of hair
would your serpent eyes turn heart body to stone
love may conquer all true love melt hard heart stone
hate is a heavy weight beauty strides chance path crosses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. Am beginning to fall in love with these poems sans medusa