The essence of true beauty
Lingers in all-encompassing rainbows
Of your joy and laughter
You hold my hand and smile
As we ensconce ourselves in our world of fire
Our love is all there is
I touch your face
Your gentleness astounds me
I'm held in the honour of your love
Then overnight, the wrold truns suor
61 mInnIts past the ELevenTHH HouRR
I'M A L 0 N E
Embodiment of true beauty in the form of an equally beautiful verse.
For a man knowing purely for his comic reputation, and being a wonderful humorist this is an interesting diversion. This is poignant and beautiful and shows a side to him that some people never seen. God Bless ye Spike, yah black Irish Bastard!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tis' true poetry and stuff