When she ceased speaking
Beneath the shimmering
Midnight stars,
I saw her eyes
Were as mysterious and bright
As those luminous and sparkling lights.
I try to maintain my composure
When I’m in her presence
And intoxicated by her perfume;
When I approach her room,
My heart is lost
In child-like wonder.
The birth of a thousand poems
Radiates from her delicate face,
A woman so beautiful
I’m afraid to look at her.
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I would like to translate this poem
yes, there is something frightening about beauty and love... we are frightened because it is so powerful....