Your lips are of raspberry rose.
With skin of Amber, like GOLD.
BLACKEST waist deep TRESSES.
I will for eons bathe in your benign
Beauty most excellently exalted.
You are the relic that restores me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy For Ever - John Keats. A lovely poem.