The boat moved to an Island of beauty sublime
Green grass tall trees beauteous land
Races on beech, warm sun, hand in hand
Sitting on beach the time the sun sits
Covered in one woolen shawl, we too
When the moon rises our eyes fixed
On charm of moon, I smile little
With one finger under your chin Say I
Majestic its beauty but less than your one eye
Hearing this you smile and press my hand
Feeling little shy you look at the sand
The night gets deeper, a cold breeze blows
In each others' eyes we see the move next
We move into a woodhouse, a heaven
Our own made, a palace of our dreams
Thus everyday starts our everyday ends
God from the sky His gifts to us sends.
Jahan Zaib: 26/12.2012
You paint in words a romance that dances with grace and charm embracing the reader with it's great warmth! Love it!
Really amazing, i suggest you get some colors and paper then painted them from your mind..it will be a colorful beautiful painting....i love it but part one got something that i so called my soul type..part two was expanding the base_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
: -) ooooh what happens next........ X; -)