eyes blue,
lips red,
cheeks rosy
and brows nice but bushy.
pretty face,
walks with grace,
has an elegant body,
and a boyfriend named Cody.
always wears a nice looking dress,
never has been in a stress,
cares for the other,
for the gossips never bother.
lovely hands,
so soft and white,
farewells everyone,
after every offer.
she is a princess,
a princess good and best.
A princess dead, but will remember,
her name is Elizabeth
Oh! The way you ended it! As if a smooth flowing stream dried out suddenly...good write to remember your onetime princess, Fathmath...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow....you can write realy coool poems...so refreshing..thanks a lot for the treatment