In so many words,
I could try to describe her,
and never quite find the right words.
Loyal, beautiful, honest, exciting, love.
She is my weakness,
she is my strength.
If not for her,
I’d of surely perished long ago.
Though I don’t have the body her heart desires,
our minds have already connected.
She is the morning light that shines across my bed,
she is the gentle rain dripping against my window.
With inspiration in her heart,
there’s not a doubt she was my first love.
I’d give my life to save hers,
I’d ride in on a silver horse,
A pink floyd tee, and ripped jeans,
converse with undone laces.
That’d be it in a nutshell.
And then,
there’s her.
Long dark hair,
and eyes as deep as space.
Lips untainted,
and a pure soul.
Skin so fair,
you couldn’t not imagine kissing it.
She’s quiet at first,
but never afraid to stand for her belifs.
A mind so quick,
it’s wit is admirable.
In imperfection, there is perfection.
In her I’ve never seen a flaw.
I’d never really admitted to her,
how dearly I admire her,
or the courage she gives me to believe in tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem