(My Wife, Noriati)
Your eyes bid farewell to my mornings
Like half-blooming Morning Glories
Sweet, though without a smile
Though without the sun shining.
Your eyes greeting my afternoons
Like a blooming Lotus Flowers
Refuse to step aside even tired
Withstanding ripples of lake water.
Your eyes dim my nights
Like tropical forest’s Wild Orchids
Grow on the banks of Shimla River
In a long, snowy season.
On this time of the day,
I can’t look into your eyes
Is it like Pink Roses?
Gated by thorns; beautiful and fragrant.
What wonderful comparisons of your wife's beautiful eyes, communicating the silent language of love! I am sure she might be mighty pleased to read this! !
A brilliant and gentle poem telling your wife of your sincere passion for her. An unconditional love like yours is hard to come by, but very much appreciated by the one you love. Very nice, indeed. A transcendental love that is above reproach. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Wow what a floral sentimental poem to yer wife. She must b duly charmd. Makes me wish my man was a poet. Do read my latest poem too.
I am fully agreed with Asad what he commented a lovely poem with many angles thank Ibnu
a beautiful poem about your wife. The eyes reveal the soul. lovely imagery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful and fragrant really your write, thanks. Please read my poems and comment.