A melancholy looking face
Deeply into mind's space
Perhaps in his mind's eye
A vision of beauty spy.
Imagine contour, curvy lines
Imagine sensous lips and smiles
Imagine softness caress skin
Imagine slender nape begin
The slowing pace of breathe
An image now appear
The rushing of the blood
A shadow flitting here
In the recess of his mind
Comes a fleeting figure fine
Moving fluidly like a ghost
Someone that he loves the most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem