When her beams charm early the morn
Over the most finest part of my heart.
I see her colours dancing my eyes,
Sensing my nerves & life a shine again!
When her beams charm early the morn
Around her lips onto my cheeks.
I see her all around my arms,
Her eyes lit to pour the love again!
When her beams charm early the morn
That strikes my beats a direct offend? !
A touch, a pain I can't sustain-
Sustain the mix of love, crave & curtain? !
When her beams charm early the morn
And her breath into mine hit again!
All me essence but sparkles of shine!
Unmercifully dragged to her pertain! !
When her beams charm early the morn
With hairs dazzling & perfume unshriven.
And efforts to sip the red of my lips? !
Her eyes eager! my smile hidden!
When her beams charm early the morn
Her fingers pretty, naughty her game!
Her looks quite daring, her approach certain!
Helpless I lay, restless her game!
When her beams charm early the morn
That blocks my sense, cease my bane!
'Oh! No! ! lips darling please pardon!
Victory to thee, I surrender my pen! '.
[ Unfortunately, she is yet to be found! : -) ]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmmm... I love this imagination dear :) I feel very lucky to be ur wife...