She means to fulfil her desire
and choose the strongest for a sire.
To give her offspring the finest chance.
She isn’t seeking for romance.
She dreams of a rich handsome male
she’s confident she will not fail
in capturing his interest
and means to put it to the test.
But fate has other plans in mind
and she will find that love is blind.
When she is shot by Cupids bow
her girlish dreams will fade and go.
She will accept without demur
the man that fate selects for her.
26-Feb-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is true I think Ivor that fate has to lend a helping hand sometimes, if we look for our perfect man/woman it never happens, interesting piece, Lynda xxx