I have not seen you, lady,
leave off your veil in sun or shadow,
since you knew that great desire in myself
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when Love made you wary of me, then blonde hair was veiled, ..//// excellent
Another beautiful woman, and another pining heart. I suppose there will always be sufficient beautiful women on hand to keep lonely pens penning plaintive poems. Hopefully Frankie's pen stirred more in his object's heart than 'Very nice poem....thanks for sharing' but after one more go 'round, his words actually do not stir much more in me than a curiosity as to whether he earned a look behind the veil. Of course, in Italian, even the phrase, 'Where's the cat? ' sounds quite romantic.
It was easy to read- -but I wonder if anybody knows if A.S. Kline did a faithful translation.
Such a nice and interesting poem... Thanks for posting....
Euphemistically painted. Thanks for composition and for translation. Congratulation for the poem of the day.
the veil so governs me that to my death, and by heat and cold, the sweet light of your lovely eyes is shadowed.... touching expression. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing and congratulation for the poem of the day.
the veil so governs me that to my death, and by heat and cold, the sweet light of your lovely eyes is shadowed great and sweetly written