Treasure Island

Ellias Anderson C.A ( Known as captain A)

(Iran, Islamic republic of)

An Unseen Love


After three years that she said I have to wait
Three years those past for me like three centuries to see my mate

After years of pain and desire,
After years of sadness and floods of fire

After I just look at myself I got that without you I'm nothing,
You are my Princess, you are my golden ring, and you are my heart's biggest king!

These times those past without you for me,
Were harder and so painful like the thousands of stings that I received from bees

I'm calling you with my whole existence and powerful, I have no lies
I like to just see you for another time, to just take a short look at those faithful eyes!

You are my spirit daisy; you are a unique crown,
You are the queen of the angel's town

My existence is nothing in front of your look
I will be melt, just if you took…

Your feelings are pinky and lovely, you are not a human
Also you are from sky, such an archangel, you are for no man

A saint and pure creature
That is a unique gift from nature

Submitted: Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, August 14, 2012

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