O, as marbles of her beautiful face,
And eyes, as intoxicating stream,
She leaves her beauty at every pace,
She is almost the girl of my dream.
The moon shames seeing her glamour,
When she laughs, flowers blossom,
As a nightingale of her murmur,
I feel pain-free of its out come.
Nothing is so sweet as her voice,
More than others she is holy and nice,
She is the moon has good manner to rejoice,
She is like venus and her styles entice.
She is an extraordinary I die for her,
love is full of girls but she is where?
it is surely written by a talented and pure mind, keep up the good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've asked this same question my friend. The answer still evades me! Nice poem!