She was an artist; he was a connoisseur
She was a writer; he was a voracious reader
She was the unwritten book; he was the pen full of ink
She loved cooking and baking; he enjoyed food from her hands
She was the waffle; he was the soaking sweet maple syrup
He was the needle; she was the thread and together they looped through each strand of the cloth.
She was the beautiful gown; he was the model
He loved driving; she loved riding shotgun
She was the nectar in the flower of life; he was her butterfly
He was the sunlight; she was the prism and together they made wonderful rainbows
He was the breeze; she was the dancing dandelion flower
She was the question; he was the answer
But, what went wrong?
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Great poetry, Lisbeth. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.