Bright as the sun, white as the moon
Bathed in light she will happily swoon
A long graceful neck; wings pure as snow
She dances on water performing her show
She flies through the air; her own bird of a feather
Her connection to angels; no one can sever
A figure of beauty, grace, and poise
A perfect part of life’s many joys
Only God could form her beautiful regularity
Forged by his hand with love and crystal clarity
And because of it’s beauty, grace, and poise;
She will stand forever as one of Gods greatest ploys
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is rather good. Rated a 10. Quick question though: Her connection to angels; no one can severe Should this be sever? I constantly post typos so I try to help where I can haha.