the click of her heels
the style of her walk..
the smooth in her moves
the rhythm of her talk..
the bend of her nose
the curve of her lips..
the curls of her hair
th bliss of her kiss..
the blink of her eyes
the dimples of her cheeks..
the edges of her nails
that accent when she speaks..
the heal of her touch
the relief from her noise..
the bless if her hold
the soothe in her voice..
the yes's in her no's
the veracity in her lies..
the rudeness in her anger
the love in her fights..
the beauty in her her flaws
the facts in her pretexts..
the comments that she inflicts
the distraction that she bequests..
love at her her gaze
love at her vague
love all her nods
love all her scars....
they play in my dreams
and comply with my thoughts
like a mild shower in the thunder
or a gloss of a shooting star....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Resplendent employment of pictorial depiction...Nicely Done ~FjR~
thanks for your apprehension...