I sing happily
I happily sing
And give her ring
I go close and whisper
She has now opened heart and ears
I address her as black
Dark complexioned but laughing stock
She goes all out
But afraid to talk about
She has child’s heart
But this is natural art
She reveals her intent
I nearly miss her and comment
She is my real heaven
When happily driven
She rides over my wings
Fir happiness to bring
I shall embrace and hold
As she is my world
I need her all the time
“Near and far” o cater views sometimes
I shall embrace and hold As she is my world................... I need her all the time “Near and far” o cater views sometimes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful tribute for a most beautiful muse. Nice poem. 6 Sep by Keith Labonte to How one remains cheerful?