I sit on the side of the bed and straighten my tie,
You enter the room with a spring in your step and a glow in your eye,
I watch as you dry your hair and get your dress,
You check the mirror and claim “I look a mess! ”,
I smile and laugh, knowing the opposite is true,
You turn and blow me a kiss and say “I love you”
I sit there as you put on your perfume,
You walk up and down as you aroma fills the room,
I thank God day-by-day that your mine,
You are you, you are, fantastically feminine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in spite of your young age you are fantastically poet