My heart, it doesn't listen to me.
It draws my mind to think about you and jumps with joy.
What magic have you done to steal my heart?
I neither want to see you nor I want to be with you.
I neither want you to love me nor live with me.
And yet, like a cool breeze you gently pass through me to remain in my thoughts to do that magic inside me.
And that is all I want.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love remains an enigma, who can define it! Beautiful poem. Top score