I have a gentle hair as black as night
But my gentle cloth of veil covers her
I have a smooth skin as white as clouds
But my smooth cloth of dress covers her
So if you stare at my nurtured eyes
down to the peace arch of my lips
and when they show my stranded pearls
then backward to my bright faces
They are my luxury
for thee
May 13th 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem