Her presence is so tranquil
Her clothes fit very nicely
Her blonde hair is so beautiful
She makes up so precisely;
Her faults are imperceptible
And so ephemeral too
She owns a gentle spirit
I know this to be true;
Her looks are prepossessing
She holds her head up high
She is my inspiration
I love to hold her nigh;
Her days, with love, are married
To joy, they both combine
To prove she is a lady
I'm glad that she is mine.
(Written Oct 2013)
I'm glad that the Lady is mine Lucky you, John! Nice poem!
I'm glad that the Lady is mine Lucky you, John! Nice poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem and an ode to your lady written gracefully.