When I see the sun from its east coast rising
Let me tell you my love how I feel
When I see the sun, I see the muse of the grand architect
I see the logical power of one almighty worth more than gold
I see the divinity of a deity so capable of manipulating the grand fireball
But also I see you my love
When I, with these eyes, see the sun
I remember the day it shone on you on that beautiful day
I see the wonders of the one capable of taming the sun when I see your face
I witness the masterpiece of the master sculptor in your heart
When I see the sun rising above from its peaceful slumber
I see how beautiful you are my love
I see his master work in the rising and falling sun
But I see his greatest perfect work in you my love
For your love is far more beautiful than the sun above!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is really nicely written.. i like it