Once there was a girl
about 14 i would say
Looked lost as a mouse
Then one day something happened
She found love
not love of someone else
but love of herself
She was no longer a lost mouse
but a lively young lady
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and how then.. This lady at fourteen.. fond of self.. not then of the fellow.. being sound in respect.. and esteem did then follow.. and..heaven... the cheese.. what then of the cheese..iip.. and in grace did she smile...