At long last
we mixed ourselves
to its impossible outcome.
You're the tea of a
classy, formal function
that rejuvenates life and love
to its multiple disfunction.
Here I am
a milk of a poor cow
in a field whose life
is stock in its barn of grief.
Now mixed together
as green latte,
at Bali Cafe Cappucino.
And a cup of you and me
is like love of a many splendored thing
that bubbles and foams
as we stir our life up
in mine and your cup of life,
This makes a good combination
that made me savor
till to its last dropp of exquisite flavor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice descriptive write..must be a good taste with right combination...10