You are not moon to me
but more like dark night
often mysterious, magical
and sultry.
you were not rose to me
but more like perfume
often surrounding my soul
everywhere.
your voice is not like
nightingale but more like
a music often snorting to my
ears with continuity and
your love is not like mortal
but immortal in which my life
bath of newness every moment
of it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem