I opened my door and there she is
Looking at me with those eyes of hers
That makes my heart beats faster
How can someone look this beautiful?
Ebony black like a true African queen
My god! I know her from somewhere
Yes! She is the girl in my dreams
She is still staring at me
Maybe she has seen me before
That look in her eyes
Maybe she wants me too
But then what do I do?
How do I make her mine?
Because that’s just what I want
For months I have seen her in my dreams
And now she is here at my door step
Did God drop her here?
No I think the vendor did
Because she is the girl on a front page of a fashion magazine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Kaycee. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.