Every day
Melanie May
Walks down the shore,
Along the bay.
She isn't pretty,
But as she goes
She looks a lovely
Wind-blown rose.
I see the waves
Come surging over
And fall about
Her feet in foam.
She is a slender
Tender
Lovely rose,
From her wind-blown hair
To her sprightly toes.
She is a dream,
A lovely rose,
And my desire comes
Surging,
Surging over,
And falls about her toes.
A poem written beautifully from such tender feelings. You are a true poet by nature.
This is a wonderful poem Tan! Its very beautifully written...simple, sweet superb! Zainab
Nicely done, Tan. You are a fine poet with an abundance of talent. All my best-Faith
Very nice Tan, there's a quiet message here, I like it very much. Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! ! ! Such lovely, tender images showing such lovely, tender feeling! ! ! Warm regards (very warm! ! ! that's how I feel inside now after reading this!) , Gina. PS: are you going to show me how to find you in the Forum, or what? Gina.