Why do I argue till I am blue?
why do I mope, sulk and grumble too?
It is because I miss you..
and I so want to be with you..
I love being with you..
I feel a sense of pure joy & peace when Im with you...
talking to you..
laughing with you..
teasing each other..
discovering..
rediscovering...
uncovering the gentleness of your soul..
as I peel away each outer layer
stealing a kiss under the mango tree...
basking in the warmth of your tight hug
under the cool starry skies...
you always drench me
in the love overflowing from your heart..
I love to feel the language of your touch..
beat of your fingers on my skin...
Can you then blame me for being selfish?
oh...I so want to be with you..
...being in love is such a beautiful feeling. Am sure you will be with your love more often in course of time. You are lucky to be in love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Captures the ecstasy of love well