Unnamed poem anonymous used

[Mohammad Ahmad]

A white face, wearing her blue sash
A girl of eighteen towering as a sky
I wait her as a moon at darkened night
Her face likely turned glowing at once
As she against her furnace stood baking
As a soft silk she is when she bends down
I to her eyes find myself a slave
A clear-eyed as two glowing lamps
Her eyes promised me to come near
And I looked through them to my heart
A charming eyed as the dawn when breaks
And my flowers have been opened soon
I watered them by a word she said
I find myself a bay and her arm my sail

[Bar22do]

What a beautiful young love! The old oriental style you seem to enjoy writing in suits the poem and even reminds of Rumi here and there.

It seems to me it should be "I wait for her as for the moon..." and there are some more languge mistakes, but I myself am not a native English speaker so I'll leave for more capable guys to help you with this, if you wish.
Actually, I'm not so disturbed with your English for you provided the atmosphere so well.

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[YesNo]

Nice love poem. I liked the ideas of being watered by her words and finding oneself a slave to her eyes.