Sweet as an apple
Pretty as rose
As decorative as a chapel
As still as a pose
Soft as cloud
Gentle as a dove
As noisy as a crowd
As beautiful as being in love
As graceful as a butterfly
As busy as a bee
The sweet smell of pie
As happy as being free
These entire things are things people are
Especially for one gal
She’s my star
She’s my pal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem