I have been to the mountains
And to the hills
no adventure is
like you my prince
Your absence presents weakness
My Princess
Without you
I am like mountain without a peak,
a week without a weekend.
You sermoned me off the bench
brought me to a firing range
You moulded me into an absolute substitute
I'm senseless without your work of hand
I am so dissolute
Who is gonna ignite our inside?
I crave for us
Like thread and wax.
Like the candle works
I miss you firing
I miss you melting me
Life hangs on a thread.
We rock it.
Very amazing this is to be like a mountain and not like a peak. Wonderful love poem is shared here. Wise drafting...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks alot Kumar..I enjoy sharing