The treasure of romantic shrine,
Those widened cheeks of smile,
Winding up all happiness in a while,
Winning the hearts of big and small;
Conquers the heart of an emperor
Makes the mighty to surrender
Brings happiness like a festive season,
Needs neither justification nor reason;
It brings all weather scintillating charm,
Inviting lovers to extend their arms,
With warmth beyond any norms,
Bringing like bees the lovers to swarm;
It makes holes on cheeks simple,
With a beautiful twin dimple,
Like the holes in the red apple,
It is wealth of possession ample;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poems...10... Tsira