Like a cute little angel
She twinkled in his eyes
Brimming pleasure
Unsurpassable
Yet accountable.
Miniature though in form
Magnificent in her forelorn
She holds his hand in here
Until sun and light chooses to separate.
Nothing is as blessed as his presence
Even though not much words to drop
Messages numerous conveyed
Amidst silence that prevailed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice opposites. An oxymoron i think its called. Nice poem