Your apple shaped face ripens my day.
A beautiful statue you are before me -
With all the meticulous carvings of
Perfection. Here for all to see.
But it was me you bestowed with the
Gift of sight to notice your beauty.
Although I was in blind relations,
Their distractions couldn't keep me.
And though my narrow vision accepted their
Blemishes, It was a matter of time before
My senses would return. They were
Cataracts, leaving me near-sighted.
Then you appeared. And what a sight to see.
You were a portrait! You fully restored
My vision. Now I see clearly. And I've never
Envisioned a more beautiful sight to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem! Wow I wish I had your talent. Keep writing