The sexy sway of her hips
the roses of her lips
My humble duty -
To treasure Her majestic beauty
Her intellection so grown
She stride in the class of her own
So I want to write her a poem
...a perfect poem
There was I lost
and now I count my cost
Do I write of her fairness
or of her lofty intelligence
So far I've voyaged in thoughts
as I sit on my recliner swinging back and forth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem