Love Is a Shrine
She has such beautiful eyes,
That proclaimed romance
This stance
Is not enough to praise
Her profound beauty.
Bleeding from the open door,
Her tears are swiftly serenading
the rhythm of life.
With a gentle apparel,
And beauty so fine,
With age became sweeter
With time it blossomed ripe.
She has such beautiful eyes
That I can built a shrine
Of love to glorify her..
Written by an Armenian Poet
Shiraz
Translated by Ernest Badounts
Copyright © Ernest Badounts | Year Posted 2013
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