That sultry smile, flaunts of sweet vow to keep,
But with the offer shown, will there be truth?
This hopeful fool, might feel aggrieved to weep,
Once boughs would fail to wield their promised fruit;
The buds assured of the forthcoming bloom
Like that caress; but if love it belied,
Where happiness should be, now lies but gloom,
With niggardly kiss, Heaven seems denied;
But fools may seek some place else where to glean
For love that reapers may have left for them,
Where Fate would prove, not previously, as mean,
And there, to bask on sparkle of found gem;
.......Yet, as drift life's uncertain Odyssey,
.......The heart longs for the truest love to see.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem