I am not a middle aged man
neither my thought is as such
I am the result of grief told with romance
and for praising beauty, i leave no chance
my love is orthodox, and i am paralysed,
never bothered to remove my ugly mask
and, you know my darling never asks
why am i so ugly beneath the beautiful face
and, i pat her forhead and give my love,
but remember, my love is not that orthodox..
you can always continue when you get a chance, other than that spot on. keep writing poet.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.... amazing write with good choice of words...great job i am proud of you love didi
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I would like to translate this poem
a good write let me say I like the length of your poem sometimes I think poets repeat themselves to often. until their work becomes boring. I like this very much keep on writing.