I dream of beauty, an image of such wonderful beauty.
No garden of roses could match the beauty I see.
No sculpture, no painting could capture such beauty I dream.
Only the angels in heaven could have greater beauty I dream.
But the beauty I dream of is not a dream. You are the beauty I see.
An earthy angel do I see made from heaven for me.
7/2/2002
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem