Could Never Be.
When the sun comes up,
your face I see.
When the moon is out,
you are there for me.
I hear the wind,
it whispers your name.
I look at the window,
and there is your reflection,
smiling in the window pane.
I ask myself what is wrong with me,
can this mean that I am inlove,
surely this could never be.
Such a lovely poem you have composed that brings the dream alive with love through the whisper of wind. We have seen nice reflection through window of words...10
I am happy to inform you that we took a vote and can confidently tell you that you are in love- -very poetically in love. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tango, such a lovely write👍👍👍