Your smile resembles the blue skies and seas,
The sand and the clouds, the fishes and the birds—
My favorite scene, spot, and comfort in my solitude;
I adore your gracious physique and cheerful character,
With your enlightened mind and wondrous dreams…
That led me to magical reveries and unusual wishes;
Although your charming glimpses are ephemeral,
While my gazes are vehement—deep-rooted…
Even though your words are simply, barely just words,
While mine are almighty poetries and stories…
You still awaken the violent volcanoes within me;
So divine, my heaven, yet you are too high to reach,
Will you ever be mine and will I ever be yours?
Never have I ever fought in the name of love,
But for your radiance, for your placid smiles…
I might borrow a sword from Hephaestus.
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