It feels too fast, but hard to slow.
Why should I? There’re miles to go.
And when I think of beautiful you
It’s all so right, it’s all so new.
Your body smooth, skin gentle.
Eyes sweet, and so sentimental.
Curve to curve, my view enticed,
A work of art by God and Christ.
You’re quiet and yet not silent,
Hidden thoughts like an un-bloomed violet
Deep thoughts of my unknowns
Careful thoughts so words are set in stones
In your heart, I only hope for a place
Being first to make you red in the face
Making you shy, and yet you hide it.
Beautiful you, with your face, don’t confide it.
What I can see is miniscule so far
Significant though, details of an art.
I look forward to knowing more
For now I haven’t much to adore.
It’s early on and words too few
For me to know that beautiful you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem