The vibe of the tango sweeps her off her feet, into the air
Dancing with the wind, breezing through her lovely hair
Dressed in ruby red, wearing a flower in her pony tail
Body sways to say "I'm free" but her eyes say she's for sale
I am lured in by her beauty and picturesque
But I can see past her makeup to the neglect
She asks if I'd like a drink
I accept her offer, she smiles walking upstairs with a wink
I finish my liquor and ask myself what I'm doing
I'm climbing the stairs thinking of why I'm going
I reach the door and begin to turn the knob
When I hear a faint cry and sob
I open the door and see the woman wipe her face
She's half dressed wearing her pretty lace
I lay on the bed and kiss her neck gently
I look down and tell her I'm sorry
I place some money on the counter
Enough to get far away from here so no one can hurt her
'Gracias senior' she whispered and covered her tatt
Glancing over I tip my hat
I walk out the inn and get on my horse
I will stay true to my law and always enforce
A maiden in need, of course I'll help with all my might
Even if she's a woman of the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem