It s not the whim that lures

(Poetic translation of the poem "It’s not the whim that lures"
authored by Georgiy Zurabishvili)

No wonder that the world of ours,
Won’t give the prettier than you.
You are the one among the flowers,
That I’m attracted strongly to.

Your gaze is able with no messing,
To start wild fire in my breast,
With you I gained the earthly blessing,
In bliss of yours immersed in zest.

You are the one, deified creation,
Replaceable by neither price,
Indeed, the deity fascination,
My soul inspired in a trice.

Excitements can’t be settled down,
Immortal ardors aren’t too tame,
In moments I forever drown,
When I to adoration came.

It’s not for months, but it’s for years,
You kindle hearty blood by choice,
You are unnatural frontiers,
Thereon to you I will revoice.

The whim won’t lure to your places,
But selfless love that’ll never wane,
The unforgettable embraces,
Will chase away blues, grief and pain.

One can’t disown the crazy feeling,
‘coz it’s been gifted from the sky,
The face of yours is prayer’s dealing,
The only miracle up high.

Excitements can’t be settled down,
Immortal ardors aren’t too tame,
In moments I forever drown,
When I to adoration came.