Your love to me is as the mongo tree and,
I am ever ready to pluck your fruits of love;
But, a masterpiece is revealed when it comes to your style.
You are still the one that i have,
You are still the one that i know,
You are still the one that i need,
You are still the one that i want,
And tasting the limits of this explicit love;
For your romance is still part of our relationship.
Your still the one and,
Of a transcended vision on this love;
But the solipsistic art of my mind is like,
The ticket of love to make my world go round with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem