The moon is less luminous
The stars have less grace,
All logicians less thoughtful
All challenges bow at your pace.
The sun's not as radiant,
You, a treasure of the sea
Your image in my memory: Always beautiful to me.
The bounty you shared
With your subject, this knave,
Crescendoes in mind's eye
In wave after wave.
Your essence never captured,
But always paid heed,
Thank you for your love's rapture-
Ever beautiful to me.
A memory is just a memory-
It darts-as I seize-
Never told you, as closely I still hold you-
Always beautiful to me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write x Top marks!