Chasing you on a wooden ladder
I know I am the last but not the least
I have a colorful bottle of flower and fruit juices
On the top floor your inspiring beauty is the yeast.
Sweetheart! Let the wind of thoughts make your skirts
Fly and expose the sources of sweet honey in your heart
I know the scents of my juices are touching you somewhere
That is still untouched in you waiting for a work of art.
To ferment my juices in wine I need your art
I need your lips and I need your kiss
I can't climb on the ladder it's already overloaded
You have wings; it's your day, land in my heart with your bliss.
Colorful bottle of flower and fruit juices are offered wonderfully to sweetheart in this poetry day. This poem is definitely an interesting poem shared here...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An imaginative write that captures the wonders and essence of poetry.Yes, we have to wait our muse to land in our hearts..Beautifully crafted piece.10