It was a moment of chance,
a game of luck,
and then she appeared in my horizon.
Like the frozen, dreaming,
lost Aztec princess
that perished into the snow.
My memories fail me.
Still she remains in my bones.
Divine! !
Venus has nothing on you.
Lost wonder.
Beautiful being.
My bones dream of your entity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was a moment of chance.Really a beautiful poem.