She Is Simply Delicious
Walking into my world this…
Woman…not a girl…
Her every step…with amuse and charm…
Come to me…with no harm…
Smoothly gracious with her social…
Smile…which is caring me for miles…
Her behavior is astonishing…
The way she cares for me…
This woman…so suave, of a teasing…
Tan…taunting but (building) me as…
A man…
So stunning her darkness under the…
Moon-lit night…my inner soul…
Illuminating at such a sight…
Rigidness over takes me…quietly…
Recluse…was my only way out…
A place to (dance, pout and shout) …
Down to earth I came…for this woman…
I wish …with me to remain…
As the earth touches the sky…
And the colors unite…as did we…
Graciously delicious…She…is…
A part of me…my wife …for life…
Caring... (keeps me warm) as in looking after(me…not carrying me…
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
concerning the word caring...her smile is a warm blanket it cover me for miles... I feel her in her smile when I think of her smiling...just smiling for me...I am touched all over.