Your eyes are like the Follies of Europe, everytime I see them I just can't help myself to keep on staring at them.
Your smile, it is so beautiful that even the Bellagio Fountain is nothing in front of it.
When you look at me it feels like the Crepuscular rays are falling at me.
When you smile at me with those 440W, I feel this electricity electrifies me to smile back to you.
But you're real beauty is deep beneath your smile, your eyes, your face.
Your real beauty is there in your angelic heart.
And I love this beauty of yours, I love the beauty of your heart.
And if you think that I'm biased, then yes if loving you is being biased then I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem