By: Roland Thirdthe Pacheco
It all started when I met her in the library,
She was reading a book that seemed to be about history.
I felt that I was falling in love with her genuinely,
When we shook hands and greeted each other gladly.
Her voice was as sweet as my favorite delicacy,
A girl who possessed both beauty and personality.
I really loved her smile and simplicity,
They made her look exceptionally pretty.
When I was sad, she made me happy;
She was there for me when I felt melancholy.
I thought these moments only happened in fantasy,
But now I've witnessed that they can happen in reality.
Love is a word that cannot be defined by a dictionary,
But an art of expressing our feelings extraordinarily,
Just like the girl I met in the library,
The same day that began our romantic love story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem