Should one see over yonder
A wondrous maiden with her long
Flowing gown
A garment made of woven silk and jewels
Appealing to the pawns eye just over shoulder
See this fair maiden as she strolls modishly through the grassy knolls
Of England with a gallant lad around her waist gleaming through the
Sunny day
Oh so gentle her caress could be but yet so many awe at sightly
Features, a fair maiden set for a males eye, not so many fall by heart
But a plethora fall by sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a beauty.... i love the feeling and the sight of it. God bless you