Beautiful or more beautiful do I see her,
so soft, so tender,
that makes me often, 'why? ', wonder.
so soft, as white fur,
her rose of lips smiles, and in love my heart dips for miles.
her wings makes my eyes like round rings,
the gloss of her wings,
makes my heart's flower blossom and side to side it swings.
she flies like the wind,
she spreads her sweet smell
nevertheless when I take it in I feel; 'gone is hell'
her touch softens me, and I become like a, 'love' wide open sea.
her magic wand, removes the inner hatered pond; in my heart.
the magic kiss she gives,
the more my life lives.
she's beautiful,
she's very beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my words to describe how I feel have abandoned me again. I know that means I love it. It's so beautiful, I'm sure you already know.