Sometimes I wonder how this could be,
I have a friend who reads my mind,
more than I do, he.
The precognition is amazing,
I know when its wrong or right,
I can feel him through my senses,
we have some kind of sight.
I've read so many books,
I'm sure my mind is set,
for the energy he gives out,
with him, I'd make a bet.
Why would this happen,
I really don't know,
it's up to God for giving me,
this treasure in a rainbow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I know when its wrong or right, I can feel him through my senses, we have some kind of sight.' This happens when the two souls are 'in love'. I too have a poem under the same title, though on a different note completely. You may like to have a look.