Her shiny eyes are sunlight,
so bright that millions stars can't compare,
and with a dark walnut like,
is her eyes you might see when she glares.
Her long straight hair is a silver moonlight,
that manifest the bright side of night time,
like silky line that cross the starry night sky,
in prime time of spring.
Her lips are pink rosebuds,
that beautiful when she shuts,
and even graceful when she speaks,
with the voice of a silver bell,
that ring with a merry song.
Milky white is her skin,
shining behind the blazing campfire,
that send gleaming light into the sky.
And then for her name I ask,
which she proudly fulfil my task,
and come out the answer for my plead,
that her gracious name is 'Selene'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a beautiful maiden, caress by sweet verses to rise to call of love. thanks so beautiful to share.md