So many names
So many fame
So many places
So many glasses
Still no error
In love.
No flaw
O my dear
In calling you
You are merciful
I depend on you
Being my love.
And you are
Only one
In so many
My dear honey
I do not need money
Except you
I need nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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