Her fine jaw and high cheekbones.
Surrounded by blue eye's,
that match the cloudless sky.
The long gracefull neck it all rests upon.
Her black as cole hair reflects the sun.
My one good eye meets hers as the other,
imagines her breasts are as pears.
Her stomach is as flat as the valley floor.
Her hips are magnificence.
The green silk dress hides nothing.
Twisting around are sculpted calves.
And in speaking her values are as mine.
The black high healed shoes few could wear.
Unlike the rest, she is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Magnificent write, I liked this love poem a lot.the imagery is amazing. Siya_! !