A storm of feeling is squeezing my cold body
But nothing is changing in the trip of time…
Still your face is shining in my heart like that of a saint
Still your beauty is living in my mind like a lovely paint…
Still your smell is driving me crazy as if I am going to faint....
Still you are my lover after all what you said…All what you did
Still I feel you are closer to my teary eye much more than the lid
Still you are my real weakness from which I don’t want to get rid! ! !
She found and touched your weakness, guess cupid may to blame...Lovely!
A weakness for a strong love...good10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
the sweetest and wonderful weakness is the love one and if love is weakness, it is weakness oif the great..a title for a poem once i wrote..