She outshine the sun
She walks light
Perfect in height
Her smile fight
All my worries
She is cautious
Reflecting her glory
On the mirror to rise
Her dawn brightly polished
With red lipstick
Eyes in dark shadows
Of the goth
Her favourite dress
Is hard to forget her
Her perfect appeal
Fit perfectly
I talk less chasing my mind
For my favourite part is a little
Heaven she reveals
Her splendour splendidly
Clears my day
Uncover my mood
Burn my rage
And set my mind on an endless
Goal of fantasy
For she is too far real to be true
For every love poem suits her complement demands
I think of love on a new level based on the eye is attraction but beyond is imagination, captivity of beauty played in the memory to address the heart to feel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy For Ever, ' John Keats. Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Ian.