He’s found his groove again
His pen finds a fount to reign
In the smile of a lady, he muses
In her voices, his rhyme bounces
Her presence illuminates his lines
Her thoughts take him thousands of miles
His rhyme is her unfading beauty
Her personae is his poetry
Her life is his prose
With this poem, he offers her a living rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, words here are quite descriptive, describing a poet who find inspiration in the thought and presence who he loves. I love this!