Her beauty reminds me of a splendid lake.
So soft and sweet and cannot fake.
Her lips so sweet like berry cake.
I knew just then I don’t have to bake.
Her hips and curves were a perfect make,
So perfect all kings would want to take.
I’ll beat all odds for her gentle sake.
My love for her can never quake.
If this is a dream I don’t want to wake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem