You came into my life like a breeze would come to a sailer man's ship.A oar with move a raft. Wondrous as it may sound but painful as it retracts. Why does it wince although the arrows are still in the quiver. Im cluttered. I was contended but cupids lost this battle and fate as got his way once again..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem