A sea of faces wait expectantly,
Watching, smiling, caring,
Enveloping you with loving gazes,
As you open a much adored gift.
A soft tear caresses your cheek,
As you ooze declarations of thanks.
What you don't seem to realise is that
The real gift is your happiness.
And then...
The music is turned up to full blast,
Everyone's spirits soar,
The pace picks up, people flit about,
In a whirlwind of excitement;
A kaleidoscope of colours tumble around,
Ecstatic people dance and hug,
Jumping, laughing, high on life.
We all know perfection can never last,
And this night will soon draw to a close.
But for now lets roll in ignorance,
And let the wave of pure happiness
Baptise us in heavenly bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bliss what an emotion so few can even dream of it yet you have expressed vividly how to get it what it feels like and the knowledge nothing lasts but still not sad a great poem