When I look at you,
see your smiling face,
your beauty and your grace
in photograph upon photograph
reason tells me that you are only pretty,
but my heart sings another song;
one that captures laughter,
that catches the sparkle of the eye,
that looks romantically at a starry night,
that catches some serenity
at the gleaming firelight
and it becomes a thing
that goes to my centre core,
bringing both joy and pain
and the realization
that you make love real to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem