Life consists of many joys.
A nice book to read
The beautiful voice on the other line
The perfect, “I love you too.”
That’s just to name a few.
And what thrills me the most is
The amount of joys you douse my
Zealously loving, open armed, passion holding heart.
Through the fiery pits of depression
To the lonely sea of sadness,
I always seek your sanguine face.
And I’m never left in despair.
For there are always lengthy arms
And emotion filled eyes to rescue me
From the deepest darkest dwellings
This world stores for the weak.
Every time I recover from my melancholious mood swings,
There is the love of my life waiting
Anxiously for my return.
And every time I come back, I love her
A little bit more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem