当代诗词:: 俘虏 CAPTIVE
却沦为盈盈眼波中的 … 俘虏
It was the first glance,
when my eyes greeted your grace by chance.
Your undulating loving tenderness
gently stirred my heart into restlessness.
I was in love, and was hurt.
My heart, long enclosed in dirt,
was again pounding hard as in youthful days.
Without grievance or contrition,
I had been devoid of affection,
till I fell captive in your melting eyes.