Her laughter is known. Like the sunrise, you feel it.
A deeply rooted joy that you can't escape,
A joy you would never want to depart from.
A laughter that consumes you like the winter breeze.
You feel it; it shakes you with excitement and admiration.
Her smile is a secret; like wildfire, swift and with a silent burning passion.
Her inner most is reflected, radiant and saintly.
It means only good and never any harm.
Sarcastic or literal, it is a blessing to mine's eye and a warmth to my soul.
The secret which I can not find.
The secret to which there is no science.
The secret that lies only in the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem