This morning your auburn hair
is tied in a cocky string
behind your neck
and in the dusk
before you drive off to work,
your Madonna eyes
are big and bright
and I can feel the chill
on your small nose.
When the car’s
red tail lights
disappear in the distance,
there’s still a star
shining in the morning light
and already I can’t wait
to see you in the afternoon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed, and quite charming!