Days, months and even years past
And yet I feel so incomplete
On the day you emailed me
It all change as if every minute is a feat
Loving life and living it is what you profess
And actually do
Love comprise of love, faith, trust and honesty
I think is so true
You are my personal drug one of Edward’s favorite line
And which I think I also adopt for me to be always fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
full of emotions and feelings, a poem from special someone using my name.. thanks for the comments..