She strolls amongst the tore
Piercing pins within my more
I inch my miles behind but close
She smiles then blooming like a rose
I hear the violin
It sounds for Madelyn
She seductively bites her lip
Casually sways her hips
I follow still of trance
A puppet to her dance
Waltzing to the violin
It plays for Madelyn
She continues with soothing eyes
Giving me for what I spy
Questions fill my mind
As she floats about the rhymes
I hear the violin
It sounds for Madelyn
She twirls once more then stops
The angel approaches my spot
She teases and walks away
Still music thrives to play
I hear the violin
It plays for Madelyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You rhyme really well! A great poem, a gem indeed :)