You smile sweetheart many flowers sprung,
Wordsworth and Shelley and Keats are sung.
Tide of beauty brings out many pearls,
Ugliness sweeps out like dirt and dung.
My days are yours my nights are yours,
You are a song round the clock it's sung.
I remember sweetheart a heart I had,
With your earrings something is hung.
I cannot see if your eyes are wet,
My heart with you, see never it's wrung.
I remember sweetheart a heart I had, With your earrings something is hung. Beautiful........10
I remember sweetheart a heart I had, With your earrings something is hung. Beautiful........10
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...............................................
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...............................................
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...............................................
Oh! this is beauty with no disguise, simple and profound as well..........amazing write......10/10
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I would like to translate this poem
My days are yours my nights are yours, You are a song round the clock it's sung. What further assurance of love is needed to make your beloved smile that sweet smile! Enjoyed!