She asked me not to speak to her in colors,
or compare her to the passing of the seasons.
She told me not to talk of Grecian ruins
or classic rhymes and lofty reasons.
Converse with me as an everyday man,
tell me about the routine of your day;
Assure me that you enjoy my company;
ask me if I’ll stay.
I will not speak to you in colors;
I will not compare you to a morning in May;
I’ll speak to you alone and not the muses,
then my love will have its say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sonny, very enjoyable piece of writing. Thanks for sharing. Ian