She looks so strange, somewhat, yet sweet and fair,
My speech she muted, but within it screams,
Some special spell suhe cast into the air,
Along with varied essences of dreams;
I must opine, she must be really lost,
For beauty pageants are so far away,
But God oft guides dreamboats when tempest-tost,
To shore, in answer to what others pray;
As dreams aspire to be reality,
The ultimate in longings of a wish,
Vague notions of love gain identity,
And no more just in fancy realms finish;
.....In spell that for a lifetime may be cast,
.....Of fleeting moments that forever last.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem