Simply perfectly finely embroidered,
and embodied within you,
at a glimpse of a spark in your eyes or
a glare at your face come the death of a man
a the stare of your face.
Breathlessly take fearfully shaken,
My eyes awaken that the only beauty
I've been searching for
Is that which blind me
Because I laid eyes on when
I wasn't ready for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem