A sound of love
Appears to us
The couple of
Being high and famous.
But our love
Like grace and boon
As a glorious moon.
The moon gives us
The light in dark
But our love
Gives us the knowledge of
Loving style and how to smile.
Surprisingly, a love
Gives me pain
And i fall in a world
Where fruitless loue comes in rain!
Still, i love my love
And i like her style;
To becoming another,
Never think, 'i hate her'
Till my last breath
I'll want her
Like the planets orbit and culture!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's a good poem :) i like it...never say hate her...