darling..
i am here talk to you..
and feel that i am with you talking to you...
the love is word, its just some letters, ,
but its meaning as a seas unlimited..
we all need a love...
if we found a right love, ,
maybe we love untill a death..
i`m not found your love, ,
and not looked at it..
because its inside of me, befor i knew this word..
your love is my life,
inspired my poeme, ,
life of my feeligs, ,
and a refuge of my sense, ,
your love, , all hours and nights, ,
all days drawed inside me...
belive me..
i tried to draw anther love more honesty from yours,
but found my self draw yours,
then i knew that its a peak of love...
all form of love are vanish,
when your love came....
your love is a state,
no...
your love is a world..
and you are a love.....
an honesty love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.... honest love...? ? a myth... love is manipulative even when dormant....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! it tug at you to be selfish...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! but who can refuse love...? ? ?