Her beautiful smile warms my heart,
Her eyes shine bright like the morning Sun.
She's beautiful to me when she's quiet.
I long for her attention everyday,
Her hair smells sweetly as a new day.
I love her hands,
That glide across her skin,
I adore her from afar,
As I see fit.
This creature I love
Is beautiful to me me,
I tend to her every wish,
As her mind sees fit.
Her reluctance of love
Sets me apart,
Her wanting of me is never too far.
She is my pleasure and my pain
As I sit idily by,
To serve her again.
I think of her often
As she should know,
She is beautifum to me,
And for that I show.
I want you to see me
As pure as you can,
All me to love you,
With all that I am.
You
Are
My
Beautiful..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy For Ever - John Keats. Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned from inner recesses of the heart that conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain blessed.