Your voice, as if Angels ariose-a melodious tune:
What I would not do still to have that back soon!
Your eyes, as if diamonds, the most brilliant shade of blue:
Clearly allowance is made to descry to the heart of you!
Your smile, as if a white snow-blindingly brilliant:
Ubiquitous and beguiling-unwavering and resilient!
Your heart, as if a vessel of unending emotion:
Surely it should feel my steadfast devotion!
Your spirit, as if born were you to bless
All other with your beauty and kindness!
Your mind, as if an infinite repository:
Alas, there is held the sharing of our glory!
Love thee do I, for these and myriad reasons,
Shall I ever more, with the passing of the seasons!
Maurice Harris,25 October 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem