The Floral Patterns,
in your eyes.
Are a sandstorm to my brain,
the perfect disguise.
The bow around your waist.
Has you looking like a present.
A star in my galaxy.
A quater moon, a cresent.
The rainbows around your heart
Build a Bridge to reach my chalice.
The Princess and the Prince.
Know why you live in their Palace.
The first and the last.
the finish and the start.
You are the paint for my picture.
A perfect work of art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem