I shouldn’t look I shouldn’t touch
But your beauty does entrance
A mind that searches from first glance
To end attraction that cannot start
But it is hard as this beauty is god’s finest art
A perfect beauty from head to feet
Causing me to find the words I should not speak
This picturesque beauty blesses me, with a
Joyful love I did not seek
As honest as reflection be, I know
I must keep this feeling inside of me
For I will fall destructively
Into a pit of tragedy
A beauty bliss that the eye can’t miss
Like the arrow of cupids kiss
But I refrain, and must absorb this painful rain
For I cannot cause others pain
I have given my life to someone
I hold most dear, I could never bring forward
Her innocent tears, for I will love her always
As I have done now for eight whole years
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beauty is to see And not to touch, Beauty beams bliss It's life's clutch. The rose has beauty, Don't disect; Its ever sweet memory, WIth bliss a pact.