The Gesture Poem by Carmina Abrenica
The Gesture
Your hazel eyes in luster
Enraptures my every stare
The echo of your laughter
A zephyr I listen to so rare
Softness of dusty pink fur
Is your touch upon my hair
Patches of gold are but blur
Without your warmest care
The sweet scent of glimmer
Enamors not a lady fine and fair
The way you show you love her
Shall be the smile she will wear
MCVA
4/23/19 1: 43 AM
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I would like to translate this poem
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