A beautiful present we were
Crafted in evening rain
And shattering beauty
A beautiful present we were
What a mystical time
You have filled me with
April magnolias, words of love,
African autumn tea
And fingertips touching verses in the remote library
A beautiful present so white
Near the lightness of the Virgin's statue
Gracefully rising above waters
So red over the river catching the reflection
Of the evening bricks
Like a glittering blood
Oh how I long for that beautiful present
Overflowing our nights
With each other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely when nature catch your eyes and won't let go...your lips start to move to symphony than cradle your heart - happy-