domingo, 4 de abril de 2021

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João Palhares disse...

My sweetheart’s like Venus, she’s lovely and light,
She’s fairer than blackthorn, she’s slim and she’s white,
There’s no one is like her, from far or from near,
It’s truth I am telling for all men to hear.

Her form has the splendour of straightgrowing trees;
Her hair like the corn that is stirr’d in the breeze,
Her eyebrows like gossamer that hangs by the door;
If only she’d love me I’d ask nothing more.

My sweetheart she loves like a shower of rain,
Now clouded, now weeping, now smiling again,
But she who loves many is left without one,
A faithful, true lover has one love alone.