Her name,
Kairavi,
means moon of the light.
She got pale skin,
but some how she looks strong.
She has full lips,
a light pink.
Black hair,
like midnight pools,
She wore a white dress,
almost as white as the moon.
A dark blue cloak,
that covers her body.
Emerald eyes,
the only real colors in her.
Freckles scattered like stars across her face,
I am lost in her infite beauty.
She is in my mind,
My secret desire.
I wish to be her,
Even if she is nothing more than a fictional beign that will never leave the pages of my stories or dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem