To my mind she is gorgeous.
a loveliness far superior,
then any in the world.
She kisses the ground in praise to
the Lord. She
never claims innocence
and not to understand.
Her eyes speak wisdom, and worry.
Her moments of anxiety, are paralleled
by peaceful intelligence. it never
threatens you. It is intelligence
that never says it will harm you.
You shall
only feel bigger and better
then you would be without it.
it is an amazing gift.
But the sensational thing is
that she is simply gorgeous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem