Her skin shone gold in the dappled light
With her soft feet gently touching the glass floor
In the wait of her beloved
Gracefully she danced to the beat of her heart
Drowned in love
Patiently waiting to catch a glimpse of his face.
To rest her drowned heart in the ocean of his eyes.
Quietly he stepped in
Watching her treasure dance to silent music
With an adorable wave on her lips
And the sunlight- an ornament to her skin.
He fell head over heals, once again.
One turn, she stopped.
Her drowned heart dived into the ocean of his eyes
And his bleeding soul…
Stitched itself with her love.
And the pure love outshone gold.
Envy were the hearts of those
Who encaged love.
Love is like a river…
It's beautiful when it is free.
With trust on the banks.
And love in between the souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Asavri Beautiful poem.