Face of white powdered snow
Hair elegant atop your head
White dragons caressing blue fabric
Surround a delicate form
But why do you sit up there?
with staring almond eyes
Who is it that you waite for?
in such a still silence
Oh of course you won't respond
That is your little secret
that I may never know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She'll keep her secret.... a short but sweet poem. I like it. Love, Fran xx