As shiny and dark as the beautiful night sky
As soft and silky as a peacock feather
Not too long or not too short
In perfect length to match your beaut
Now I understand why flowers die so soon
They kill themselves in despair, unable to reach you hair
my lady your so fair with your beautiful black hair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what an imagination! nice..