She smiles my knees go weak.
She laughs and my heart skips a beat.
She talks and I listen.
She looks at me how beautiful she looks.
Her face, brighter than the sun.
Her touch tingles my sense.
Her kiss warm and soft.
How did I get her I ask myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love a good romance poem, young love in bloom is nice to read, thanks.