My long little life longs for your little love
the unforgetable touch and for the gentle kiss
the meadow of the dusk, and that love of dawn
do you remember my last days when we been together,
when sun shines pouring his love on every creature
do you know, I will vanish to a point, without you
and the relief is provided by peeping into the blue eyes,
the magical magnetic moment, hearby to you sweet
and, being your instance, i mearly play the violin
that music belongs to that pure heart that enchant love
my soulmate, my heaven gate, my life mate
why are you making me so wait,
you know how i feel being away from you
a promise life long, in the form of my heart songs
and you know, to whom these songs belong.
good write. but i dnt think she has blue eyes. her eyes are black hehehe.
Still having great grasp in the name of love, you wrote in special way..i guess i know why it get named like this.Keep writing in whatever shape you want, call this as experimental art_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sweet write on love. nicely penned. you know to whom this song belongs