A gentle champion of words and deeds; 
A sacred heart that pulsates and bleeds; 
Divine passage of fertility and power; 
Her warm essence like golden sunshower; 
More rare than purple orchids or lost maritime treasure; 
Her earthly beauty too priceless to weigh or measure; 
A blessed assurance during the roughest of times; 
The reason why poets write ballads and rhymes; 
A brave warrior when facing imminent harm; 
A demure enchantress of mystical charm; 
A bright glowing beacon of energizing light; 
She is my sole purpose to tirelessly fight; 
She is the reason I yearn to live free; 
Amused I am, my muse is she                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    