When we exactly first met?
I can never tell you the date
Second time it was strange
I could feel the slight change
When we met for the third time
You with friend were sipping lime
My friends surrounded me then
Probably it was your own lane
Fourth instance was automatic turn
I was waiting for this chance for fun
Sure I wanted to have a fifth gain
To see the same in you, as I was in pain
Then the sixth and many meetings we made
Without your see my life seemed to fade
Life was possible only for those eyes
Which coloured my days with true lies
My day started with your name
And it ended with a love game
Who could stop two sweet dreams?
That was dripping like soft ice creams
My first feel of love thus started
When a free stare slowly hardened
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your first feel of love could just be well spelt through the well articulated lines. I couldn't but just stare at that beauty.