My love for you painted my world with happiness
Until I decided to re-paint it with your true colours
I walked through hot lava
Just to be your lover
Flower source of my tummy butterflies
One more hour to look into those eyes
And ask: ”Remember how we used to be a semi-sonnet? ”
Each of us carried a seven-day love
You heptet me heptet
You half me half
My heart bleeds red rose petals
Hitting hard like pieces of metals
I will not forget the times we had
All the best in life ahead
These pieces will never recombine
Hold yours and I will hold mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem