Sunday morning, March 24,2019 at 10: 32 a.m.
A vision of you just now—
your pale skin, that hint of color,
your blue eyes discerning,
gazing intently into mine
with that white luster that
favored Ginevra de' Benci.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem my friend! Excellent!