In her words of grace, the most handsome man,
With eyes that gleam like stars that shine,
His heart, a canvas of love's embrace,
In every step, his soul she's traced.
Yet above all splendor, his heart's true light,
A love for Sara, pure and bright,
Her name on lips, a cherished prayer,
Their bond, a tapestry rich and rare.
Through life's embrace, hand in hand they roam,
For in her love, he finds his home.
James, I especially enjoyed the last four lines, and their rhymes. : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
BUT I was a little...[[ok, A LOT]]...disappointed when I found that the poem was NOT about ME! ! ! ! ! Or, WAS it? I just 'can't place' a Sara in my past. Hmm? bri