Ho! how will thou come to me?
maybe in the softness of your chicks,
or tenderness of thy kissing beauty.
Thou hath shown me thy outer beauty,
which attracts;
you showcased thy inner beauty,
which captivates.
often i thought, love is blind;
that makes a blind person that loves,
have a greater understanding,
when I'm arround thy beauty that no picture could express.
I believe in manicures;
I believe in overdressing;
I believe in primo at leisure,
but, no beauty shines than that of good heart of thee.
where are you;
you seems so far away;
your beauty overheams me;
as if I'm having a security of hug;
which snugs the warm feeling of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem