The gypsy mistress
Reads mystical cards
And delineates the future.
With a conspiracy of dark magic,
She entrances my soul
Navigating a life of sorrow.
Her earlobes are ornamented
With gold earrings
That cast a soft glow in the moonlight
Until I’m hypnotized
With adoration
For her undeniable charms
And her power
To shape destinies.
I beg her for a talisman,
I have to make
An arduous journey
Through a valley
Of thieves and intense heat.
I promise to return
And bow to her
Like an obedient slave
If her eyes can
See me through
The streams of blood
I expect to swim.
She promises me
I’ll survive
To kiss her slowly
In the forbidden night
Of adulterous dreams.
How much did it cost to cross her palm with silver, Uriah, I hope she was worth it. Sweet dreams. Love Ernestine XXX
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I would like to translate this poem
I have many a night filled with adulterous dreams. They make life full of great things: mystery, beauty and innocence as well as a kind of power. I hope yours are filed with great beauty.