Sangeetha, My Love, To the counting of days...hours...minutes and moments,
which leads me to icy breath and the warm touch
The warmth and the freshness in your eyes,
which steals my breath away
The enegma of watching you come to me... is like watching GOD towards you and taking you into itself
The magic of talking with you for endless hours days weeks months years...is the most beautiful dream anybody can imagine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Minku is all I can say! It's simply wonderful.