In a corner close to windows,
A rose bud in the dark shadows,
Something she is writing,
And the shoulders exciting,
And her silky neck enjoying a kiss,
By shine of hairs enjoying a bliss,
The unhappy neck lacking the charms,
For someone's hot and lovely arms,
The unhappy lips in dreams of a kiss,
For several days a painful miss,
Unhappy innocence never knows,
Her mild smile and dark eye brows,
The golden ring with the diamond shines,
The piece of paper having zigzag lines,
He knows very well the meanings of the lines,
If it's love every path has shines.
Nature is reflecting all in the glass of naught,
To the thirsty fiancé with an art of draught!
It is all fair in love and war. A love seeking an enlightenment is of course like the thirsty fiancé with an art of drought! Nicely penned.
Nice metaphor while comparing her to a rose bud and love glowing like sunshine in the dark shadows.......... very well composed.......10/10
A lovely description of her love and longing where everything is so fit and fine ! !
Her desires are inflamed with such longing her heart is an imprint left on the page she is writing to her beloved! Beautiful write!
The comparison of her to a rose bud in dark shadows near the window is beautiful! When in love, everything will look ravishing and delectable! What does she write.. I wonder! A letter pouring all her love into it......? Enjoyed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature is reflecting all in the glass of naught, To the thirsty fiancé with an art of draught! .....................beautiful poem....