Pretty as a picture, you always say.
Even if my hair, is in disarray. Through
your eyes, you always see, a perfect
picture, when you look at me. How
wonderful it is, that you see such
perfection, everytime you gaze in my
direction. It's sure an ego booster
and does wonders, for my moral.
Frankly speaking, it would for any
gal. So keep on looking at me
through your eyes, as you always
do. And I will always feel special,
just because of you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem