She wears a fragrance so refreshing
Her gentle countenance sparks a light;
Beauty clasps her skin like a fleshing
Her allure, no one dares fight.
Whenever she smiles, a merry band plays,
And if I say, she signals it stale;
So much I've heard their replays
Still my words bear a tale.
Thus, I treat her like a rose
Cos' she sees not the beauty I behold;
If I write a poem or prose,
The truth I have yet untold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful romantic piece of poetry elegantly penned in good diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Adegbite.