I came across a foreign jewel today.
I scarce can say her hallowed name with ease.
Well, I think it's hallowed anyway.
I do not actually ken her name, but please.
It's not as if I have not tried my friend.
Her tongue twists in much diff'rent ways to mine.
I wish a holy muse would to me lend.
A silver tongue that would to hers align.
I would consume a dictionary this night.
To find the rightful words, so she could hear
My beating heart, and see my love's fair light.
Oh if I could praat to her without the fear,
Of salty stumb'ling of such simple speech!
But hell. I'll stumble ‘till she's in my reach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem