She stands tall, erect and there before me
Stripped naked with exotic beauty
Her silhouette 'gainst morning stars
But I'm imprisoned behind these bars
The stars pick out her curving lines
My eyes exploring almost feeling
It's forbidden, she may not be held
Or touched as if by magic spell
For in a dream we can but see
Yet this heals my heart and warms me.
But then she seems to disappear
As quickly as she had appeared
I looked, I searched but she was gone
Yet still I sought unto the dawn.
Can I love one I have not seen
This vision, this, my beauty queen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice. I liked the feeling. An enjoyable read. Philip L Ward