that rose you sent to me
they have withered, dried
head bowed over the jug
also from you
this love that runs
dry and wet
now and then
like a tropical stream
i have kept flowing
in my bossom
despite the odds
even at its ebb
drip by drip
it flows in my heart
i still fancy
how you gently,
softly rain your love
on me in so many ways
every now and then
like how it falls
and the rainbow that
never fails to appear
in the clouds
against the light
in love, there is always hope
despite the silence
sometimes, i cant help
lost in your world
our world
the loudness of
our quiet love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the way you expressed your passionate love for your loved one.