Hi my only lady. Is it you?
You changed a lot. Why?
To hide your true fact!
So as to paint your face with untrue
Senses.
So that persuade me that you still
In love with me.
No, no, I see your inside..
You pretend, that you forget me.
No, no you can't, can't
I was the first love.
My heart was the first house for you.
My blood was the first water for you.
My lips print the first kiss on yours.
My fingers learnt you how to write 'I love you'
Without me, No you….
You can't continue, without me
Life is very pretty, but
Without me, as a grave for you.
Because, I'm your soul…
Ssssssssss S.E
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem makes lotza sense