At last you want to give your whole self
So eagerly and passionately and fully.
And only that part of yours makes sense
That's flowered with love, and it lives truly.
You can't somehow identify the limits
Where YOU stop and where HE starts.
It really doesn't matter how to see it
Heart plays the role of a magnet for its halves.
You long to feel that strongly magnetised
By your beloved and genuine Prince Charming
It all resembles something like a movie paradise
In which you are the actress who is starring.
The plot is not a story, ballad or a novel
It's not sophisticated, not at all.
It's every-day and casual and simple.
Your married life's the plot of which we talk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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