I always said to you: beware the maiden dear!
I knew she lures hearts with strengths she can’t forebear.
Oh, my presumptuous friend! I knew that in her shade
Impossible to seek another pretty maid.
And, having lost his hope, forgot of treason’s pleasures,
In her vicinity a thoughtful youngster blazes,
Pets of great gods and captains of fate’s fleets
Bring their love prayers to her charming feet;
But all their ardency is scorned by the girl proud –
Which, cast down her glance, not sees nor hears around.
I met her
Only for an hour
But it was an hour of my life
That I never will forget
The blue jacket
The white blouse
The long tan skirt
All graced by the smile
The smile of a goddess
And an angel combined
Her brown locks pulled back
The face with a radiant glow
Just for a short moment
The blink of an eye
In the time of the universe
But I will never be the same
Her face is to be forever etched in my mind
Her loveliness to be ensconced in my soul and in my heart
I will never see her again
But the sight of her
I never will forget
And I will never feel the same again
For any other woman.
There will be only one woman
Whom I would ever want to with on our beloved earth
She robbed me of my love for others
But it is a price I would gladly pay
To have spent an hour
In her presence.
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