Now she is lying in a big white bed,
Holding carnation which is red,
Listening and humming softly Adele,
Crying over a "Remedy" song as well.
The man is standing by her side,
Hiding his feelings deep inside.
Afraid she one day may disappear,
He whispers slowly in her ear:
Your lips are a pure projection
Of saying "no" to imperfection.
Your beauty mirrors divinity,
The moment I saw you to infinity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem