Sun sensitive hazel eyes,
looking up at me,
from a hug.
Your long wavy brown hair,
falls down your back,
in tresses.
A door-light shines by us,
illuminating the porch we stand on,
beneath it two lips touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Was a pleasant and romantic read...nicely done. PEACE