Her gaze ignites a radiant glow,
Who is she, where dreams do flow?
A scent diffused in the air she leaves,
An immortal moment the heart receives.
Eyes that shimmer, like deep-sea dreams,
Her echo flows in life's swift streams.
This form, these curves, this cosmic grace,
A ripple of nature's eternal embrace.
Shakira wrote her essence in rhyme,
Her image etched beyond space and time.
She is not a woman, but a truth divine,
A philosophy where stars align.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem