It still glowed at my heart,
The eye glowed and glowed
And glowed, forming tears in mine.
The challenge differed,
It disused my intelligence,
For this was easy.
My eyes differed from him,
Many sides to the argument
Uplifted the heart of mine.
Trust the feelings and sentiments
Forcefully, for trusting is the game.
My defects are obnoxious,
And my pride is at stake,
The sort of impressions are wild.
A pallid face reappears from the undergrowth,
But where is the opposition now?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem