The skin of porcelain
Not a blemish
Eyes enticing marbles
And hair silky soft
What an amazing figure
No imperfection to be found
Fragile but divine
Soft to eyes and to touch
Rosy cheeks and petal soft lips
To hold softly and not to drop
Pity to those who let drop
Such a doll and still do not cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem