They call her name
It is Young Juliet
Her hair is long and brown
The hues amazing
Reds, Blond, Blacks, and Browns
All thick and curled
Like a winding vine
Her eyes of green
Yet they change
Dark to light with orange specks
They are marvelled over
With delight
Her body
Is exquisite
Long and slender
But feminine too
Her cheeks have color
Of a rosy brown hue
With brown specks
Flicked across the bridge of her nose
All along her face
Her posture
Holds her of beauty and grace
They call her Juliet
Because of the way
The men would flock her and stare
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I would like to translate this poem
glad that you're in my friend list, young juliet.. :) well, you described it nicely. Keep writing dear.