In her aura she spoke to me words of love,
Undoing every passion she keyed to glove,
Each unnerved lie she caught like a pack of flies,
While I fumed apologized she heard my cries;
A fascinating desire I wanted to share,
With divine thoughts mingled in the lots of despair,
Was she beautiful or would I really care?
For this enchantress truly loved me to dare;
Could she be the one I relish and embrace?
Or she be the temptress to out win a race,
With her fragile soft looks in beauty and grace,
Tread the ramp of life in her unchallenged pace;
Let her peep into my heart and see the fact;
True love in life is our beauty to connect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘True love in life is our beauty to connect.’ Yea Ho-ho-ho to it… Sound diction…and un-fragile emotion… 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK