When mist falls, sight blurs grey,
When focus on things simply goes astray,
Thoughts on the mind’s canvas fade,
Emanating from nowhere, me you serenade…
Busy I may be with a hobby,
Or solving su-dokus in someone’s lobby,
There you come, catching me unaware,
Captured, enraptures, at you I stare…
Who art thou, O damsel fair,
Mystical guest of my heart’s silent lair?
My heart, to attractions, is not very prone.
Yet, with a visit, you’ve made it your own! !
Whenever a song, my heart does beat,
Condescending, you dance on your jingling feet.
And watching this art, so graceful and fine,
Wrapped, I feel, in a rhythm divine!
Words, at times, you speak to me,
Soothe my heart like the calm, blue sea.
Their music melodious, drenches my heart,
in a flow that blows away every rampart!
Who art thou, O damsel fair
Descending from heaven’s golden stair?
You, I have all this while, been missing.
Filling that void, you have come as a blessing! !
Your lovely touch, so fine, so soft,
sends my heart into a great, great loft!
O my angel, so sweet, your kiss,
drowns me in an ocean of youthful bliss! !
Every time I think of you,
My darkness is filled with a rainbow hue!
From this myriad, as you condense,
My life’s garden blooms with fragrance! !
Who art thou, O damsel fair
With a moonlit face and flowing hair?
Take me ‘cross epiphanies, will you, my queen?
‘n’ be my lucky angel, as you’ve always been?
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I would like to translate this poem
Love's a beautiful thing..