When she dances
Bathed in a waterfall of moonlight,
I can see the gentleness
In her delicate eyes.
She’s often flirtatious
Evenings on a city balcony
Whispering seductively
Softer than a baby’s kiss.
She laughs holding her wineglass
While disco music plays on midnight dance floors,
And she’s completely the woman
All the breathless boys adore.
She deserves all this happiness and more,
Her beauty shimmers unparalleled
From ancient times that came before;
But like a protective father,
I worry for her safety
In this cruel, demoralizing world
That makes sport of a girl
When she shatters in some glamorous tragedy
For the exciting media flash of the lonely moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes you paint and glorious scene of her in all her finery but the more innocent and beautiful you are, the harder they want to drag you down from your star! Great work and I see the father figure in you here Uriah! smiling at you, TAi