If dreams could turn into reality someday,
I would have molded a face, in it, by clay.
The eyes so perfect, brown and wide,
The lips which would always smile with pride.
I’d carve the hands that would only fit mine,
And a voice as smooth as an old wine.
The skin would be the color of bright sand,
And hair, of course, of the best brand.
Unknowingly my dreams turned into reality,
And YOU got created for me! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well phrased verses. If my dreams come true...the ghosts and ghouls will embrace me tight :))