Your youthless is pretty.
It's still spring flower.
Not hidding ardency,
You're charming whole world.
Using your lucky hand,
Rolling the dice again,
You're playing with my heart
Like queen on the throne.
You whirl in the dance,
Whole tipsy and drunken night,
Kissing the sounds of jazz.
Until the end.
It seems your way's easy
That happy will happen
But you're looking at skyline...
Sadness returned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice commentary on love and aging. I enjoyed the contrasts you used and clever words.