I come to gather the little piece
of what is mine, where a thousand smile waited
to find a punch of drink just to wake me up
from deep sleep I toe.
Oh! mine of host, thou the wind have capture
the hour the little piece
of doubt wonder the tangle voice of reverence;
come set beside me and whisper a little,
while your heart wants to hear.
I have been walking down the chances
of an aisle that engulf and off where mercy
of the dungeon of slippery road reveals, yet no one
have master the art of persuasion.
until the sudden
step knock at the foot step in your hands.
my one and Dear hope
the time have come to witness the wings that fly
in the sky; where a minute of breathe linger
in each moment you turn,
allure me in the flower of the Lotus springs and bloom
the gesture of sweet harmony I return, Darling
doubt not i care for the passion I kiss is the truth that until today I surrender my Heart to you. Amen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem