Looking at her, his childhood goes on....
Without enemity, being angry she is moan...
Fence is there but their roofs are joint...
She tries to find his loving weaker point....
Things change, she falls in love with him...
An open secret, their friendship is slim...
It is a day, she tries to talk...
Hard to make him promise for a forever walk...
Love is hidden, friendship is bright...
She is in hunger of his daily sight...
Firms to follow his feet, even it leads to dark...
His 'yes' is needed to create a spark...
Night has come with a risen love...
Songs are composed by that dove...
Her ears with tears hear his griefs...
The journey of love is composed in brief...
Oceans of sorrow are crossed by them...
His hand in her hand is not a child game...
Miles are marked with those rythmic feet...
It is the best love story forever alive indeed.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful love story....