When beauty is in the arms,
I inhale all its charms,
Outside me it’s nothing that remains,
It’s me, the beauty who sustains,
When beauty is away,
I am just dry clay,
Waiting for the rains,
It’s me, crying in pains.
When the beauty reunites,
A fire she ignites,
Love smiles like a virgin bride,
And me a full moon tide!
Love smiles like a virgin bride, And me a full moon tide! Lovely lines...... and a lovely write! Hurray.... Poet of love!
Lovely poem. Loved the last few lines. Full of charm and beauty.
When the beauty reunites, A fire she ignites, Love smiles like a virgin bride, And me a full moon tide! wonderful imagery. A captivating poem I like most. Thanks for sharing. ...10
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I would like to translate this poem
Great Poem.......its Aw sum really...10 on 10! !