Your face beat the beauty of moon,
I said,
But she blushed like a loon,
Letting my heart bleed.
Your lips beat the beauty of rose,
I said,
But she stared with a pose,
Letting my heart bleed.
Your eyes beat the beauty of pearl,
I said,
But she prepared herself a curl,
Letting my heart bleed.
Your voice beat the beauty of song,
I said,
But she cried like a gong,
Letting my heart bleed.
Your hair beat the beauty of breeze,
I said,
But she made her final pleas,
Letting my heart bleed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poem beat the bird's sweetest melody, i say, not for the sake of comedy, letting my heart beat, for more poems with curiosity heat..........nice piece huh!