She will be pretty as the full moon,
She will be soft and gentle like the flowers in bloom.
She will be rich and kind,
She will have the willingness to earn her spending in mind.
She will agree to disagree with my thoughts,
She would smilingly cast away apparent differences,
She would be willing and ready to make love anytime,
She would not complain of headache at the nick of the time.
She would love me with deep affection and love,
She would find in me the best friend she ever would have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem