I saw her walking down the street
Beauty written all over her face
Rocks trembled in awe
And birds bowed in admiration
Wishes became horses
So near to ride
She was standing there with the portraits of beauty perfected
Already my mind was with her
Walking hand in hand
Speaking the sweet nothings of love
Will she be my fairy?
I asked my self
As my mind regained its consciousness
I watched the mirror as time freeze
And I was left bedazzled by her beauty
Paused from movement from her portraits of perfection
Lunacy approached a flash of eon moments
As I tried to figure it out
Will she be my fairy?
Words stay and leave
But your presence decide their fate and direction
The course and effect is dependent upon you
But it is your wisdom that colors the skies
Its your growth that gives hope wings to fly
And dreams power to survive the test of the times
Upon the sands of the times you stand
And upon years and years to come your prevail
And portray perpetual youth days beyond
And still hold the calabash of the years of wisdom and adulthood to come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem