Her smile flickers
And sets
Across lips
As red as the sky
That night;
She has the power
To make you feel
Incredible...
Like the highest mountain
Was merely a mole-hill;
As if the world,
Was yours to hold
In the palms of you trembling hands
You can hold her
But you can't contain her
She will never be yours..
..She will never be mine
And we know it..
But still we smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Giovanna, you've captured the essence of her beauty, but containing it is something entirely different. Delightful poem... well done! ! Brian