'Quit staring! ! ! '
She said passing by
My mind began mumbling apologies,
But my tongue had its own reply:
'I cant help it... ur flaming red hair
Is exceedingly beautiful and equally rare.
I love the way
It curls round your face,
And the way
It seems your ears to embrace,
And the way
It darkens the green of your eyes,
And the way
On your cheek that a loose tendril lies.'
She took a deep breath
She paused in her stride,
Her lips slowly parted,
Her eyes opened wide,
And with both hands on her head,
She so passionately said:
'If you like it so much,
Here, you wear it instead.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem