Love of this kind part2


版主: 麵糰仔

Focus, onthe bright and intelligent eyes of hers.
The skinand flesh of her, like the evil, tempted to commit crimes.
There shelies, on the river of mine.
Theflowing water, bathes the fresh figure of hers.
She, withgolden and fluid, river of hair, smiles sweetly
Withbright red on her cheeks.
Broad inher figure, the heart is still in her chest.
The loveshe gave, as warm as blood in vein.
At thistime,
I knew ,she is mine.
I knew,she didn't feel the pain.
Again there are spacing problems, please fix.

Though the poem starts with the word "focus",
I find it rather obscure and pointless.