As wonderful as an Angel,
Her beauty is in her words,
with every stroke of a syllable,
She comes and makes me swoon,
in the garden of my mind a new bud does bloom,
She is everywhere, where ever i go,
She is ofcourse with no ego.
Just to whisper, she does come,
a travel to my dreamland it then becomes.
I am possessed by her emotional whim,
ofcourse i fancy her, in her thoughts i do swim.
She spells every word, loud out to me,
I simply pen her words, because she is inside me.
Without her i am nothing but a crumb,
Well you all know her as my poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem