Saw her in a photo,
Her face had a different glow.
A small pressed smile,
Not one sign of guile.
That melt my heart,
That was just a start!
Glasses on her nose,
Coming down on cheek rose.
Her eyes black wisp of night,
Holding galaxies infinite!
Her skin butter,
I am sure I will stutter!
She was in a hoodie,
Looking like a real beauty!
I sighed and I heaved,
My heart aggrieved.
How do I reach her,
My stomach felt stir!
Butterflies?
She such a prize!
Will this be the end?
No way to mend?
If only she could read this,
I would fill the world with bliss.
Will dance and sing,
And prance like a king!
Will hold her hand,
She will understand.
She will smile again,
And it will rain.
We will run for cover,
Hoping the day never to be over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem