She Is As Dear As
She is as dear as budding lotus.She is as dear as fairyland lass.
Her heart as gentle as divine heart,
She, is all in one in all heart.
She is as dear as twinkling stars.
She is as dear as dreamland lass.
Her smile blooms as spring flower,
Eyes, she blinks like shooting star,
Listen, tuneful chant of nightingale
And dance, like a fawn on meadow.
Beautiful, landscape from window
I gaze, I utter pretty as angel's
Beautiful sweet smiles, and I recite
She is as dear as sculptor's fine art,
Stranger murmurs and feels marvelous
Emerald statue lass, beat miracle heart
Poet undying care and admiration
Writing verse, smiles and aroma reaction
And in her devotion, no other imagination
Everybody says her beauty glow ever.
To praise, poet have no words, to showers
she, as dear as rising sun scene.
Inside heart, her smiles always shine
Just like a precious pearl from the shell
She is as dear as debonair lotus.
She is as fair as azure white cloud
Lonely she walked, followed midday sun,
and she admired the poor shepherd's son.
Poetry by Tsewang Dorjee9
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 12:33
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