He walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright meet in his aspect and his eyes. Thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to guady day denies. A grand desire of passion and lust playing with the tenderness love of his touch. In his glory she denies living forever within his eyes.
By: Samantha Willison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem