(she is about to be rememberd)
my heart keep speaking of
distance yet everthing echos
of fate
her voice is about
to fade away but
still my love is
bold enough to predict
how far fate choose
to divide us
your memories is what
grant me awaiting spirit
for your return
lets make a lovers'
dance in an unpredictable
expectation with our
hearts beating without the
use of our minds
lets' fall into fantasy
dreams where love has
no disstubbing arean just
two of us alone
with God
how can the hands
of clock determines how
far my lover will
see my undress body
painting of our feelings
ur love has touch
me so deep that
i wish to be a prophet
i have sit and yet
i await the dawn
of days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To see my undressed body. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.