The eyes that I saw,
Which I never saw,
Where the lake of love,
Which is a mere feeling,
A feeling of lone,
A feeling of moan,
It comes first,
And then come thy control,
Nor the divine,
Thy the feeling would,
Left with greased feel,
Feel thou thrust,
Feel thy trust,
Tears yet,
Opus constant in,
'Your eyes have satiated thy thirst,
Your lips made thy lose the senses,
Thou shall be happy a day yet away,
Thy eyes will flood till that sublime...'
Now enter the another world,
The innocent dreams,
Sleep,
Like nothing happened,
Say good night,
Grip your pillow tight,
That's our prejudice,
Welcome my friend,
And take a splash,
Of the same tears,
The varied dear.
i can see before my eyes the person you described...great wrk bro....regards
nice poem.Each word has a picture of feelings and truth. best wishes
Such a detail explanation would give readers to see and to find the gorgeous of the one you described, mean you did a good job! ! well done_Soul
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I would like to translate this poem
amazing the flow piece is so beautiful like listening to a bewitching melody...bravo indeed