Granddaughter of my heart! - Gigi
I want the world to know
The privilege of this ancient man!
Suddenly pure love arises,
I look for no advantage, I just want to love.
Like a miracle, it dominates our heart.
Far from being a father, mother or relative,
You, Gigi, and this love which come as a gift
Love –there is no recipe to love,
Love that crosses frontiers,
Love that comes through the air, I don’t know how.
Love that encounters no barriers.
It is almost a happiness repressed,
Received from you, Gigi, by this grace
To love me this
And kiss my face without prejudice.
I want to be a grandfather, your slave,
A kiss from grandfather Judson.
The Green Eyes -- Judson Seraine
Your profile and your green eyes
Are like prison bonds ,
Involving me as if they were a net,
And your smile, completing the emotion.
With your beauty
and the title of queen,
I being the lucky prince,
I will never abandon you.
A pretty doll is a copy of you--
It copied you perfectly.
Catching you all naked,
Jealousy arises in me, but what can
Your green eyes have great power,
It is dominating; it is enough to stare at me
React against me, how can it be?
The more I look, the more I want to look.
It is like a lullaby,
is like water that stenches thirst,
The blond locks as a mantle.
I bow before your green eyes.
The Wrinkles that Ornament Your Face (2005)
young face reminds me of a beautiful apple.
It is the possessor of admirable beauty.
I, drunken, and that passion.
On contemplating it I was certain that
Little lines will be wrinkles tomorrow.
The days pass and
the beauty continues
However, time is ruthless,
The furrows arise on the naked skin
And the face remains lovely,
Even with the wrinkles as your enemies.
A happy face reveals pleasure,
it is young, or even old.
We see the difference.
The smile becomes more lovely
With the age being expressed as it must be.
Time is the absolute lord,
Even if against our wishes.
the skin which was velvet
Slowly to its opposite
Becoming more than well-known
The wrinkles that ornament your face.