Sweat suddenly tripped from my eyes.
My heart, anchored at the ocean of the lost.
Hold on longer, I cannot;
hold on longer, I was forbidden,
because in the first place
you were not of existence -
just a beautiful work of art,
just an intricate piece of woven words.
Day and night, i ask myself: Why
in the more than 7 billion people in this world, why
In the more than 250 thousand words in the English language
Why are you my favorite person
and
why is 'never' my favorite word?
Why are you my favorite person and why is 'never' my favorite word? soo good. At the end of the poem you come to nearness of the heart to someone, your dear one, i hope your romance. God bless you always dear Poetess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh i love it so so much... keep up the good work.