In all my life i have never felt so weak.
Iam left tongue tied with no words to speak.
Some say it is love but to me it is beyond.
No gift can explain what iam feeling in my bone.
God created me for only your satisfaction.
It burns inside my heart like a fire of desperation.
She is not a goddess but a fairytale that live in my fantasy.
Yet iam the story teller of her ancient story of her beauty
Maybe its curses of your beauty that haunts me of,
loving you forever.
My cause you make a child, turn into a warrior and,
a blind man to go to war to die for honour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem