When she will enter my room
Every corner will brighten up with gloom
There will be an icy cold breeze
Sweet sensational feelings of her and mine
She will stand at the bottom of my bed
And stare me with bright shiny eyes
Like stars in a pitch black night
She will hold me by my toes
And pull me with a tender blow
Away from this dark hole,
Hole made of flesh and bones,
She will kiss me with her lips
Which will feels like
Cold frigid bliss
I know she will come
And I am for sure
A promised love made by him
When he sent me in this hole
A true love is on its way
To take me away
a blooming love..thus hope for a true love..great write... Ency Bearis
...words emitting intense love here.....fine expression.......10
the rythm builds on a nice outcome at the end, , , liked reading it
nice rythmic poem...like the message at the end...we have indeed all been promised love...we just have to learn to accept it with grace and not fall prey to disillusionment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, at last I read it my friend. I just wonder how deep is that 'hole'. The first three lines are set the tones of the proceeding lines.