I lay in peace upon the thread
And he, but just a cover
To keep my standing safe and warm
I feign him as my lover
Bold and strong, both back and arms
The ladies swoon in envy
Green as grass, a summer’s day
They scorn the passion in me
Little, do they know the truth
This flame is but a sham
Behind our pomp and circumstance
He’s girlie’er than I am…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem