The pretty models learn their gait
And take steps like a cat
The dancers learn how to spin
Turn and twist their waist
Opera’s artist beautifully moves
With a great rhythm in her gait
But your stroll and pretty moves
Are quite natural and delicate
When you step on the floor
Falls on my heart straight
The trees and boughs
Clouds and rainbows
The flowers and rose
The colorful shows
Valleys like bows
Morning rays glows
The verses and prose
All but nothing
Only your pose
Very creative imagery you got there! ! ! God bless you! -Pink Butterfly-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting write Saqib, it's not easy to be in love, it drags you to the reality of its own!