Dark waters won’t subdue her reflection,
Smudged mirrors cannot deny her image,
Blind views, she shines through with perfection,
As heart and figure need not to scrimmage.
Wrapped in her blanket, December stays warm,
Like her elegant touch grants life from grey,
And not one could slow the beautiful swarm,
That follows her true, in compact array.
Smiles and laughter it tightly confines,
Her loves to hates, their joined compromise,
From friends to foes she worries for all minds,
Such content of this fades spirits which rise.
As flame in night, stands her radiant glow,
Light to my world, she’s everything I owe.
This poem i wrote for my beautiful girl 3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem