The girl with dark and beautiful hair,
Her eyes are lovely and her skin fair.
She is like a full bloomed flower
With beauty, I can’t bear
I want to be her lover,
I will die for her, I swear.
But alas, my friend, my dear
She's married and it’s her husband that I fear.
Your eyes can wander and then that can get you in trouble now that would be funny NOTHING WRONG WITH THE APPRECIATION OF BEAUTY with wishful thinking cheers
Good poem like a tasty biscuits with the coffe, thanks for sharing,10
i liked it really....i thought the last part about you fearing her husband was funny though....
Excellent poem! You understand human feelings and give a beautiful expression to them.
Very well written. Alas! It seems that all the good people are married!
Comical, but altogether a little too true. Married, engaged, seeing another... it's all the same. The woman or man of your dreams right there in your grasp, yet infinitely out of reach. Wonderful. 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Has ever she been proposed by you? Or remainder is the poet, always fears.