The beauty of youth with skin so fair and smooth like the calm waters on the calmest lake.
Hair so thick and perfect like a pretty forest so perfect waving freely In life's wind and through the seasons.
Eyes so piercing like the sun, hypnotic trying not to stair in the glaze of the eye's imagination.
Radiant like Dorian Grey, asking yourself how I became Dorian's picture decaying, wrinkling with age, giving my youth away.
Looks that cores the soul and remind you of your youth, memories of day filled with hope.
No cares in the world with energy to do all the things you once were able to do, dancing through life's timeline.
Lips so perfectly peeks formed like the most beautiful of mountains like a picturesque postcard.
Standing so tall, standing with confidence, with no fear, with delightful playfulness.
The beauty of youth captures us all in a fleeting moment of time a memory of when we were in our prime, when life was full of excitement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem