Forty word poem:
My eyes glance through old love letters
from you to me, before vows were made.
A magical find... I was obviously blind to
how you adored me, 'twas no masquerade
for your words reappear in a poem of
'Love's Serenade'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And an excellent choice of those forty words, Joyce. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn