Little sore
I was getting desperate
When she tried to state
'I shall be yours forever'
It made me little sore too
If something gos wrong
If life is sold for song
I was getting in with ceaseless thoughts
I closed eyes and sought full calm
You may eb sincere
But powerless against fear
It shall grip you with concern
With full possibility of unfavorable turn
But I am not negative thinker
I very much like her
She has openly favored
I too have willingly offered
She tries to soothe my feelings
She my queen I her being crownless king
You shall remain with poor man?
'Yes, yes' I am your woman
She tries to soothe my feelings She my queen I her being crownless king You shall remain with poor man? “Yes, yes” I am your woman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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