It's been years where,
Come, love, come real you.
Why do you make me higher,
Come, love, come real you.
It's been ages does not notice,
I look to call and ask.
Life ends expense does not stop,
Come, love, come real you.
Love illuminates ince wood,
Half of the grief is unbearable,
Did a small tree,
Come, love, come real you.
10/26/1999 kayseri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love illuminates. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.