Beauty never more so cursed
Than for a woman for which men thirst
He'll be there but not for long
Until youth sings its siren's song
Then from there the battle begins
To tempt the men's souls from within
Faded Beauty sits at rest
Waiting for the finished test
Will he fail like those before
Summoned by a new allure?
Beauty cringes at the thought,
That of which can't be bought
But then a smile fills her face
A realization calms her space
Just as been done before,
Youth shall knock at that Beauty's door
Michelle, such a lovely poem........................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Michelle R. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.