What's my woman?
She is laughter;
She is a cup of wine
That flows for centuries after.
She is a courser through the veins
Bringing on delicious dreams.
She is a green field by a river,
And she will stay as such for ever.
She is SHE,
And what can that be
But the quintessence of
Reality?
Sweet but could be enhanced with a more complex imagery, in my view. Kind regards, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this very much.Love Duncan