I am someone's grief
I am another's glory
I am a third's relief
And her short story
I am someone's lust
I am another's trust
I am a third's illusion
And her memorable past
I am someone's vagrancy
I am else's home
I am a hundred's fancy
And her missing poem
I am the trusted zone
I am that dumb echo
I am that MAN alone
And HER hurt ego
I am in your thought
I am your hand tremble
I am a poor lover's coat
And her glamorous dimple
I am a moment of ecstasy
I am a two-lover dialogue
I am her veiled chastity
And that insane's monologue
I am the infinite anguish
I am the absolute fundamentalism
I am my beloved's wish
And her fake sarcasm
I am in all colours bright
I am in all eras the prime
I am lovers' granular fight
And that poor sinner's crime
I am none but all
I am reasonable and fool
I am the rarest stuff
I am......LOVE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem