A cherub face framed in curls,
nothing like the heart of a girl
to wrap you in a bow; she is
a gift to your soul like no other.
Her laughter, a gentle breeze,
fills the sails of your little boat;
you are sailing over oceans blue,
and wherever she might be going
she is taking you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem