Your hair
Your face
Tis so…unfair.
I could see you
From a mile
Your beauty
Shines as you smile.
Yes it’s true
I am yours
To continue on
Through many doors
To prove my love
To see you smile
I will sit in a pile.
My own words
Swirl about me
Just as birds
And their tree
With these words
I create
My own small bud
And show my love.
I am yours
You are mine
No one man
Can combine
Enough love
To match mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another way to depict beauty, very tender.. like it..