When I look at you, I see beauty and grace.
Heart whose love is innocent.
Face that bloomed like a sweet flower,
And smile that lights up every room.
Eyes like that of an ocean wave.
She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies.
This is your birth, daughter of grace.(Amarachi)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem