The enemy I see is the enemy that I knew not..
Battered by the frills and bows of my youth..
I clinched onto the ointment of hope that oozes out from my tanned skin.
Silent, Silent, Silent....
My voice faint away silently as I muttered your name.....
Your name is love itself.
Cause Life without love is like a harp without strings
Being ripped off, of my voice, just like an engine being ripped out from a new sleek car.
I anchor on this love.
Though, Emptiness abode...
sorrowfulness fills the air just like the scent from a rose
But one thing is certain, If God is the DJ, then life is the dance floor, love is the rhythm and you are my rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem