I'd say you're a flower of September.
But your fragrance and movement say a lot of you.
Maybe a butterfly could suit you.
But a rare one.
Surely, you're a September butterfly.
Your beauty ain't compared to non.
Just by seeing your smile.
And thought I've been lost to heaven.
Not to speak of your holy angel voice.
That can't be delated on my mind.
An ambitious woman you are.
Perfection is what I see in you.
The lazy ones once said there's no one perfect.
But you're a living proof.
By being with you, my dreams are fulfilled.
Shine bright under the sun.
But brighter under the moon.
May all your desires be true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem