Dim Tree Poem by Nikola Nenadovich

Your black lips are tender and impeccable
The cruel frowzy world becomes bearable
For I find them genuine and certainly gorgeous
And at them in my sight, I'm no longer conscious

The tree behind you is dim and goes into the shade
At the glance of your eyes, everything is but a fade
They invoke dizziness, even though the picture is gloomy
Am I happy because I'm falling in love, Or I'm just loony

My darling, if I were enfolded by cold and thick brume
I shall seek for your sweet smile, and use it as a bloom
Your heart makes my world tremble and makes it shake
I trust you, and I shall put my life into the hands of the fate