Oh no! let's rather talk about you!
one thing comes to mind
as I imagine you gracefully strolling through the serene refreshing breeze of a summer's pre-evening
and the last remaining remnant of the sun cascading on your sculptured body
with your hair seductively captivating the mare mortals that behold you
Then I think to myself
only if I can myself behold thee, even thy face, to complete my imagination of your goddess appeal
and wishfully wanting you with a zeal that see not the devils wrong
with these thoughts of you in mind I fail to see anything more appealing
So like I said, let's talk about you :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem