I may not be a poet
And don't know how to be it
Until one day I saw you
Which made my vision to flow anew
Your beauty is like a potion
That made me start to wonder
Why I have this vision
On you I always ponder
On my quest with that feeling
Unto a place where reality is dreaming
I found that piece of poem
Bearing the daintiest proem
Engraved by the poet passion
Into this heart that wouldn't fade
By the stream of emotion
That your being have made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem