Her beauty is the sun,
Light and warmth of my world.
Her hair is the autumn wind;
Her eyes a cloudless night.
A summer breeze drifts to her step.
In her lips, an op'ning rose,
Soft with the dew of a spring morn'.
Fireflies dance to the sound of her voice,
As the songbird listens quietly.
Winter's cold moon wanes,
Yearning for her gaze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very delightful poem to read with wonderful imagery.