How bittersweet the sound of your stare
And the visage that emits from your pretty blonde hair
How sweet the touch of your gracious promenade
The ambience of your skin like lemonade
The scent of your eyes so tender
Emblematic you honor your gender
How potent the sound of your voice
Fortuitous I am your choice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the taste of fortune..Great..Oscar..