Your like the beauty held in a rainbow
without the discomfort of rain.
Just as a sigh of relief
that comes from ending of pain.
A lovely rose to be admired
with no worry of a thorn.
Your voice a pretty melody
likened to sounds of a spring morn.
Your soft sweet scent is honeysuckled
I taste your lips divine.
A bright presence fills the room
an iridescent Butterfly.
Sadly I am not worthy
to love one such as you.
You are far better than I
why do you not see this is true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem