Sometimes love goes incognito
The dress is simple and a bit old-fashioned.
Then no one will recognize her
Chatting with her casually and too freely.
This often happens on spring boulevard, and
With friends in the living room, and in the theatrical foyer;
Sometimes she sits in the business office,
As a typist, she writes, smiling sadly.
But on her body, through tissues invisible to us,
Belt of temptations, it is not forgotten.
Let's not be picky about past names, -
Nevertheless, we often sit in the face of Aphrodite.
A little boy in jealousy
Spinning nearby, it's the mischievous Amor.
The quiver and bow behind him, as in antiquity;
Across the table, he takes aim, leaning on marble.
What do we feel? A little tangible injection
In heart. Think about it: a sign of encarditis.
We won’t guess when we go home, we’re not at all,
What laughs behind us Aphrodite.
But if you immediately solve incognito,
By secret signs you will understand where the goddess is, -
In righteous horror, be firm, do not flinch, or
Her son has a poisoned arrow.
