As her eyes when redeem first
The time yet excels ever all mundane
As she curves her smiles on her lips
As dappled of colors by the artist over the canvas.
As her eyes when beams brilliant
burned by the fire of blue vibrant
when blazed by the glaze of desire
eyes yet seems to be the art of the love
the heart as unleashed from the pain and sorrow
love when wrought in eyes raving in its room
yet but ravishing to the query of the lust
as luscious beams in resonance with the thrums
the prologue of the plexus of love and desire
when dazzled by the rhymes of blue moon as luminous
as no words to beauty as ever unequalled
when she embraces the heart in her stance
If you should look into a starlit night and see a reflection of me know only that I will one day come crashing again to the shore swept homeward by the pull of the tide and you? These emotional words have touched me beyond expressions, I have myself lost the love of one that truly will always remain in my heart.
Dr. Sumptious piece of writting and as E. L. says we learn a lot by reading each others work, the understanding we gain is tremendous regards Chris voted
I always enjoy reading poems written by people who aren't from the United States, and I don't wish this to offer offense against your nationality, because they open up my mind to new ways of thinking and writing that I otherwise would never be exposed to. In the end, I am improved as a writer, as a scholar, and as a human being. This is a lovely poem, and deserving of the utmost recognition. Warmest Regards, Eliza Stine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dr, Amazing poetic style here, well done