Tell her she is beautiful
tell her, her fruits are bantiful
tell her she smells like apple
tell her, what kills u about her is her dimple.
Ask her were her beauty was from
ask her in wat womb was she formed
ask her if u could hold her hands
ask her if she cares for a dance.
Listen to the music of her beauty
listen to the rhyme of her poetry
listen to the diction in her story
listen to her and know she is not into treachery.
Promise her nothing and she would be contempt
promise her you will never leave her side, and the battle you shall triumph
true love is what she ask
true beauty is what she seek
true truth is her truth
true woman is what she is my dearest Ruth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem