Your eyes spark
Under the mid day sun;
Like a storm from the east unhandled.
You look so fine;
Like a doll drawn on a piece of paper.
I'm unhinged!
I'm uncomfortable!
You make me weak.
You look so imperative and yet so incredible.
Thought for a thought, from a social distance;
You're attractive, you are inevitable.
You're the light in the darkness;
A mid night star. A moon that shines.
A Master of Human Perfection!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem