She is not in my culture
But enchants me with her postutre
She turns her eyes everywhere
I feel her look is rare
Hair is not so long but soft I'm sure
I looked and looked but no weary I swear
How nice she is but seems so coy
I gazed on her my heart danced with joy
Her gown is so rough I felt
No harm her beauty penetrate
Some may say she is not so gay
For me, she is a darling bud of May
I know, no mother she ever had
But her father she was created
How clever her father is I wonder
Do love her you can enjoy my dear
You'd say I'm mad to love 'Monalisa'
It's true, she is an art, I don't care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah nice Good write