I’m feeling, something is missing; from my mind
When She’s gone, I’m alone; almost Blind
I get Pain, time and again; just for Her
I wanna get, not to forget; never and ever
She is pretty, it’s not falsity; saying Straight
She is Perfect, it’s my concept; and it’s right
With my assays, my heart says; She just is for me
My eyes see, only is She; not anybody
My Heart pays, without delays; it’s lovesick
If She wants, (or) makes any demands; I deal it quick
I’ve a verve, fair to observe; Her perilous Beauty
I can feel, even Her heel, it’s my capacity
I know nothing, what is She doing; coming or not
Waiting and waiting, just for getting; Her love a lot
She is precious, not for luscious; I know its value
I’m crazy to get, it’s my target and I must do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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