Such radiance gleams in the beam of your smile
I cannot stand to stop before one more mile.
What am I to do when the waves of your hair
dare me to compare them to the sun so fair
when it does pale in the sky next to the blue of your eyes?
Your tremendous pulchritude beckons upon my reprise;
and darling,
though you burn for the Earth in my absence too soon
I'll reflect your beauty back to you as the shining moon.
- Samuel Richard Leonard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the ryhthm of writing, for me it speeds up the sentiment like you really need to say what you need to say, very well done, a wonderfull poem.