Like a strawberry you are always red
Like a pink flower when you blush
I felt your heart as my bed
And your hands my paint brush
For when you look at me I see the world in its green dress
Crazy and hazy with a smile on the face
A sweet confusion in my heart makes me feel peace
My soul flying light and free
And For the first time I can see.
You are the one who made me feel red.
Like strawberry, like you and me.
it's wonderful...... 'your heart is my bed'....... it's so...... red..... :)
Hey your poem is as sweet as strawberry. I like them till I feel I can touch them.Keep writing Alaa!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I had read this poem before knowing that it's YOU who wrote it, I would have figured out that IT WAS YOU! ! ! Alaa.. the girl in red! ;) Coco moot! I loved it! !