From the moment of the potion’s touch
Delicate fingers rise to brush
Her quivering lips, light clearing the dim
A fresh pain she senses, the love of him
She sees in his eyes, calm before the storm
So deep are they, so courageous and warm
He renders Brown beautiful as never before
Giving life to the color that’s always ignored.
Circumstance fights with all its force
Nature wrestles with strength and resource
The Elements whirl about in aggression
But nothing can erase her undying passion
She loves him despite Them despite great distance
Love the victor, for them, pleasure’s ever immense.
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I wrote this poem originally in French, and little by little I was going back to finish the English translation. I'm not as proud of it as the original by any means, but it gets the general idea across. I hope you still like it.
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