i am the beginning part of our love story
that slightly become more deeper by poetry
and the way i writes about your feathers
i bet task could not be accomplished by others
you remain in my memories till i have my soul
and remember you get my love not in fractions
but in whole.
you are the ultimate destiny of my survival
i accept you whole before this holy bible.
you have the charm of make me dull
but this has proved to me a far fruitfull
i start loving you my dear once again
do not put ice on my heart in this rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and you called me with golden pen! when you yourself have its possession! ! ! ! ! ! ! !