The purple in your lips
and sparkle in your smile
I badly need a brush
to draw those lines!
The moon light in your face
and the hair flowing in the wind
I badly need a pen to put them in words!
When you walkwith me holding my hand
Why I need these ancillaries
when the picture itself is in my hand?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem