And so yesterday I met her
And the sun will my witness bear,
She was on her way to the river
When suddenly I was attacked by fever,
My heart had nearly fallen out
And I could hear the sound
Yes! She was the one.
So I gave up my journey to the farm
Strengthened and crossed my arm,
I advanced towards her with courage
Though she was not alone, but with her entourage
And as I moved closer with Peter's vim,
The world suddenly appeared dim
And then I began to tremble.
Oh what a beauty with perfectness!
She has no similarity nor likeness
And I am sure she is Plato's Form of Beauty
For she is attached to no form of duty,
Her smiles randomly explode like uranium
And I simply love it above maximum.
Indeed, she is the queen among princesses.
And so her name i inquired
As every true friendship may require,
And to my surprise, 'Eve' she said,
'Then with your apple, let me be fed'
For long I have searched for you
And today I am ready to be a crook
If love is nothing but a crime.
But the sad truth is, I have no gold nor silver,
Which you may expect from me as your lover,
Neither do i have voice to sing you melodies
To keep you distant from your tragedies,
But only this my poor stick with ink
Which I can use to heal you when you are sick,
And so, this I dedicate to you, Oh princess!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem