A gentle champion of words and deeds;
A sacred heart that pulsates and bleeds;
Divine passage of fertility and power;
Her warm essence like golden sunshower;
More rare than purple orchids or lost maritime treasure;
Her earthly beauty too priceless to weigh or measure;
A blessed assurance during the roughest of times;
The reason why poets write ballads and rhymes;
A brave warrior when facing imminent harm;
A demure enchantress of mystical charm;
A bright glowing beacon of energizing light;
She is my sole purpose to tirelessly fight;
She is the reason I yearn to live free;
Amused I am, my muse is she
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem