much as other men before me
i'd heard my share of fantasies and fairy tales
but ere i gazed upon her lyrical countenance
i had not known enchantment of the heart
radiant when she smiled, beautiful when she cried
here was that great intangible - the union of content and form -
that can only be exalted as the rendering of art's crowning glory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem and a truly beautiful beautiful picture.