She is not black or white,
She got medium colour,
But she has black beaut face,
And she ask me for kiss per hour.
She dresses African clothes,
She doesn't use any makeup,
She is pure natural beautiful,
And she asks me to marry her.
A THING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FOR EVER - John Keats. Beautiful romantic poem, nicely penned in good diction with insight. Lovely poem written from inner recesses of the heart with conviction. Love - a spiritual experience and a voyage of pure bliss... Ride on poet! Thanks for sharing Hasani.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks all of you I will keep it up