That oval speared nose has gotten me in more trouble than I care for
Oh yes! He had round glistening depth-less eyes brimming with forbidden mysteries
And a voice to die for
The length of him enraptured
But pardon me I give away way too much
I shall feign disinterest
She has served me only too well in the past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem