Je ne te compare pas...

When the golden aura
Fell on you
Your dress
Reminding Artemis...
When the sparkle on stagnant pool
Of water of yours feel the shine
Of the gold newest falling from southern sky...
When the pigeons on your limbs come
To take a refuge...
me never compare you;

For with you whom can i compare?
With whom actually i you pair?
Je ne te compare pas, mon amour...
You can only catch your mirror
And perchance there,
methinks you
Can me find...
Can you not?

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