The venom of her eyes
veered my perception of royalty.
A jargon of the pessimists
couldn't catastrophe the beauty.
The chasm in my heart
dead of phony flamboyance
had a fountain blissfully sprout
resuscitating it's prudence.
Like a crest surfing adventure;
though with a wisp acquaintance,
my feeble desire got a rapture
after I drunk her exuberance.
She gave my soul a tranquil gaze
as I adored her jolly serenity.
I felt satisfaction of her eyes' glare
if only I'll cling there for eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem, well depiction........well choosen words