I love you so much,
I love you so much,
That I keep telling you of our love,
Maybe it was so real from this composure,
Maybe there are no men to trust anymore,
Maybe this is the sign,
That time captured us and we all conjecture,
Thinking that our works' from inert never ending,
It is all a New World,
Thoughts that will make this being Compose,
The beauty of our euphoric nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely write...enjoyed reading it so much...thank you...