How Cleopatra
My beloved, farewell!
The time of blossoming is done.
Without a trace of false suspicion,
Self-scrutiny, or hesitation,
You've found another paradise.
Our meeting — a pompous romance:
At the feet of the lovely queen
Ex-admirals, buccaneers,
Marquises, peers, cavaliers,
All were ensnared by her trap-like glance.
She languidly surveyed the hall,
Power played within her eyes,
She gifted a pair of smiles,
Her gaze on me came to rest,
And slyly called me to her throne.
With sweet deceit the night arrived,
In frenzies, caresses bloomed,
I followed every command,
Our bodies in a wild dance entwined,
Spicy oils smoked and perfumed.
The stupor melted with birdsong.
Begging for a parting gesture,
I trembled, pressed my lips to her hand.
My voice was hollow, now sobs
From my pleading lips were torn.
A smirk — instead of plump lips,
The garments of pretense ripped off,
My lady's answers were careless.
In oblivion and without hope,
I was cast down, a one-love fool.
The enchantress looked into the hall,
And chose her next favorite.
Having reached beauty's zenith,
She knew no scarcity,
Any man would fall at her feet.
No longer for me the promised paradise
Of royal alcoves henceforth,
The shackles of desire are shed,
Casanovas crowd the door.
Amorous one, farewell!