Shining, shimmering
Your hair of gold
Such depth in ones eyes
What words can only hold
Eyes of blue and green
Like the sea on a summers day
And soft eye lasses what move
Like waves entering the bay
A smile want brings out the sun
When all is dark and bleak
And a voice what’s so gentle
It can make any man weak
And last but not lest
Lips are so soft and sweet
But never for me to touch
Every time that we meet
So the thing about you
Is you’ll never know how I feel
But the thing about you
Is that your beauty is real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem