Pretty kind lady,
Every time I passby your neighbourhood at sunset,
Reality reminds me of sweet momories of you and I.
Perfect moments of us,
Even the smallest details I remember them all,
Touching your hands and kissing your honey coated lips,
Under the velvet light we laid down.
And our hearts sung in unizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this, very picturesque. Though it is an acrostic and not a sonnet.