Dawn is a golden petal, knitted in delight by rising sun
Sweet to behold, causes tears to dry from the eyes of a mother's son
Yet, superfluous as it seems, that such a phenomenon be recognized in daily Sun
The breath of fresh air in its wholeness makes me want to write a song!
Why, such a beauty could not have been waste
Looks like the ocean has formed a belt round her waist
As she rises to the innuendo of the gentle waves
Struck out in cool gentle auspice of a freaky breeze bound west
And even more amazing is the fact that she knew
Her beauty was proclaimed from birth, and she knew
Beams of smile from within her soul forms a crown on her head
Bright yellow, a golden petal, was only half way ahead
But mum was bent on giving the world a gift
Since it's already willed by the awesome Majesty in drift
That the world be blessed with a golden eyed princess without grief
And so the bloom of the petals was ensured by a lovely mother amidst drifts
Little was I aware of the obvious assortment
The creation of a golden heart within the petals of bright containment
Such tender loving heart, bound to commitment
To which she would admit in time with not a little contentment
Such resemblance, such similitude, such mirror of splendor
The spicy fragrance of a young blooming vendor
Of happiness, tenderness, freshness of a morning palm liquor
It's my desire, I would keep this rare gem anchored
You are exceptional and priceless, my princess
Your heart of gold has touched the lives of Princes
And your tender esteems exhume great auspice
Your smile, the beauty of a sunrise
Will remain in my memories as I sleep and rise
For though many days of celebrations must arise
Yet the day you were born shall forever my heart suffice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine and lofty verse crafted in good diction with rhythmic splendour. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing James.
Your comments are in themselves peotic! Thank you Dike.