Marek Grechuta - Nieoceniona

She is quiet like a dream,
She is good as this
Ray of her warm eyes.

She is faithful like a shadow,
On a clear day,
In your life's quiet space .

She is on her toes,
When sleep overcame,
You and your apartment.

Beautifully as in dance,
Wisely as God,
She still imprints her devotion to you.

Patiently tolerates anxiety of words
And many bitter experiences,
For at the end to say again,
That how beautiful the life is.

You believe her then, because thanks to her,
You tend to be less weary in life,
Your wife's silhouette
Covers the clouds of the uncertain future.

Remind yourself today
That leaf,
What fell onto your knees (in a park).

When she, with your hands,
Folded them in form of a bud,
What a lovely moment of love.

Later that waltz and spin of heads
From staring at each other in awe,
Night walks in the moon's New Moon,
And this joyful hearts beating.

Lightly, she walked cheerfully to you,
To meet you,
When gloomy autumn fog enveloped,
She ran to you for heart warming.

She believed in beautiful magnetism of souls,
In languorous flow of words,
And her oath under the shrub of roses,
Thy future - and finally your wife.

Wedding ring,
Sounded like a gong,
Singing good wishes.

And after that,
These two souls,
They looked for the coexistence.

Out of the desire
to show lilacs
and other miraculous thinks,

It came into the world,
As a beautiful flower,
A pink fruit of the future.

Born in pain to fulfill
Your heart and flesh's choice,
To gladden your eyes too
And meet your expectation.

She believes that the greatest happiness after all
there is
A tiny miracle so longed for.
This gesture is for you and for the world -
And it comes from thy holy wife.