It’s true there’s none so fair in face,
Nor one more worthy of the chase,
Greek Gods would bow their head’s in awe,
And pay a ransom, to take my place.
For I have claimed, before their eyes,
To have and to hold, the ultimate prize,
To lose you now would take my very breath,
And leave nothing more, but certain death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem