Underneath the wild lemon tree
was where I found my love to be.
Lying there with the lapse of time
and the gusts of a winter's clime.
She looked at me but didn't smile
and this went on for quite a while.
I looked back and had some pity
knowing that she once was pretty.
We traded glances back and forth
to view each other and our worth.
I stood there and could see at least
that she had changed into a beast.
Without a hint it then did seem
she spoke to me in the extreme.
I heard all that she had to say
but kept silent to let her splay.
Then without any sense of pride
such time revealed another side.
Our feelings for each other were
like a doomed bitter lemon slur.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem