Love is my habit I am helpless sweetheart,
Wish in your heart I get access sweetheart.
I'll not let you go you are prisoner of heart,
Pass a few days of recess lifelong sweetheart.
It's your beauty that raged this war of love,
Now face with smile consequences sweetheart.
Surrender unconditional, I shall impose on you,
Imprisonment of life, are sentences sweetheart.
A night is followed after all sunny days,
Like moon light I see are the chances sweetheart.
Should I purchase uniforms for the pretty nice prisoner?
I have seen a few charming bridal dresses sweetheart.
Wish you the dreams of lovely bridal shower,
I can imagine that's not in access sweetheart.
Let your heart ever remain youthful! Never ever lose that youthful vigour! Aging is more mental than physical. One who is young at heart never grows old!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written.....