Sitting here looking at your photo…
You must be running in my mind….
Your power as well as your grace…
Right…in…my…face…
Irrefutable even…afar…
You woman are my star…
My queen…you are no dream…
A woman…stacked and packed…
Your mind like a windmill…
That inner you…is the outer you…
God created you…a cultivator of what…
Beauty is to this world and mankind…
Your hidden FRANKNESS…SILENT…
But heard…LOUD…and CLEAR…
You are so sweet and so dear…
Most men have a…hidden fear of…
That woman within…
Your AFFECT an EFFECT…
Vice-Versa…
Thinking of our gyration…
WOKE me this morning…
Yes! With a smile…
We are…connoisseurs’ to each other…
Your sensitive soul…Charming bold…
Such an elegant (woman) queen…Lady…
You will always be…
With or With out me…
For you are Heavenly loved…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem