A warm summer night, Cashmere pajamas,
Hardcover novel, Miss Dior Cherie perfume,
Wood grained nightstand, eleven lush roses entwined
Inside an oriental vase.
Oval antique brass mirror, wooden bristles,
Long blond strands, elegantly moving
Like leaves on a breezy day.
Reflections, Combined,
Twelve of the most stunning
Objects in the world sit in front of me,
Captured in a still portrait of time.
Overwhelmed, by just how much I love her.
A silent tear falls, following the path to my heart,
Absorbed by the passions within.
She slips into bed, snuggles close,
Turning off the lights.
Moonlight reflecting, wondrously gazing at the silhouette
Near me. The beauty glows, lightning a path,
to this mans dreams…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem