Beautiful

Beautiful, like in the spring fresh stone, water opens a wide foam lightning. Just like the smile in your face, beautiful.


Beautiful, with narrow hands and thin feet, like a plate horse going, world's flower, that's how I see you, beautiful.


Beautiful with a tatted copper nest in your head, a dark honey color nest where my heart burns and rests, beautiful.


Beautiful, your eyes don't fit in your face, your eyes don't fit in the ground. There are countries, there are rivers in your eyes, my home is in your eyes, I walk by them, they light the world where I walk, beautiful.


Beautiful, your breasts are like two breads made with grainland and gold moon, beautiful.


Beautiful, your lap was made by my arm like a river when a thousand years passed by your sweet body, beautiful.


Beautiful, there's nothing like your lap, maybe land got in some hidden place your body's curve and fragance, maybe somewhere, beautiful.


Beautiful, my beautiful, your voice, your skin, your nails, beautiful, my beautiful, your being, your light, your shadow, beautiful, that's all mine, beautiful, that's all mine, my girl, when you go or rest, when you sing or sleep, when you suffer or dream, always, when you are close or far, always, you are mine, my beautiful, always.

By Pablo Neruda