In this jungle of bevies
finally my chaste desire
I'm inspired to desire, and
I aspire her tendering world
The pierceness of her gaze consumed the mettle of my heart
The atom of her smile baloon my soul of ecstasy
When I look at the glamor of her beauty I see wisdom
Her intelligence keeps value for heroes yet unborn
Her gut dispel my rancors, so
Is this the beacon of my existance
Her voice give me the pleasure of my past and the softness of her words adorn my mercy
Stars conveyed her gladden consent to delight my heart
In her arm God is calling me
A very nice poem.Conveys lots of appreciation to the beloved.Nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
much passion read between the lines... beautifully penned