Three words that can't be caught
Three flowers that do not gloom
Three angles of my spirit that do not flame
They are, if you are not with me…
Two lips that get old to kiss…
Two songs that never miss
Two dreams that can't be losed…
They are, if you are not with me
An opaque that doesn't sound
A shadow with no face around
A light with no real chain
It is, if you are not here with me
Three words like a fountain…
I -Love -You,
Are the only ones,
That initials my flame…
I never will be the same…
And this is more then true…
When this could be real
to me
and to You..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem