'Race for Love'
Whether short, fat, square or perpendicular
It doesn't matter when you know, she's the one
She's the special one, La Femme Particuliēre
His search for that perfect love is now done
His idea's of the immaculate woman, now modified
No longer are looks and beauty desired
As long as she is genteel and dignified
With a Calm and innate charm acquired
To him she is a real cutie
With her bluey- green eyes and wry smile
That contributes to a lopsided beauty
In his race for love, she wins by a mile
Micmac
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How I loved this poem. Sweetness of true love...who cares how the rest of the world perceives the object of our fondness our real soulmate. Thanks for sharing. Very refreshing