I have plucked a flower
From its stalk
To be tucked in your hair
Let us talk
I have opened your bun
To make a cloud
Of your dark and wavy hair
Let us sing aloud
I have taken the essence
To the begging bee
That adores your beauty
And runs to me
I have seen your face through
The dark curtain
Of your long hair let us make
Our love certain
I have seen a glint of hope
In your placid eye
Let my heart live in yours
I won't ever say goodbye
love is beautiful. and what it touches becomes beautiful too. lovely poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You always come up with some many different ways to discribe, love, and they all read so lovely, keep up the good work. Annette
Feeling glad by your positive comment. Regards.