Till the end, come with me,
I am a fragrant flower for a bee,
Head of intelligence to show you,
Let us have the garden, trouble free, .
Magic moments of eternal love,
Pass through many births of a dove,
Presence of you afar seems to be near,
Not even near, but in my heart safer,
You have made me to blabber a bit,
You have made me to rekindle a bit,
You have made me to dream a lot,
You have made me to worry a lot.
When you feel the same, what I feel now,
When you like the things, that is in my mind,
When you do spontaneously what I want to have,
We are made for each other to care and love.
I love poems that are born blood and flesh; this one certainly is.congrats
Betty Lee, a dove represent a soul. Many religions of the world believe in reincarnations and the lovers want to be united what ever form that they have been born as. Just to show the affection of two hearts which want to be together always, I include that line. Thank you.
nice, i like it. hehe. but i dun understand Pass through many births of a dove
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we are made for each other.......i enjoyed reading it, its lovely.