When I was standing,
it was standing with me,
when I was sitting,
it was sitting with me,
when I was sleeping,
it was sleeping with me,
but when I started dreaming you,
it went at an arms length from me,
and,
when you started dreaming me,
the evil ran away.
The charms of love whispered,
now it's me,
have a fearless sleep with her.
A great thoughtful poem..........................................................
The first four lines seem to be superb, nice writing.
The length of arms adore mind to embrace emotion either in dream or in reality with lovable attitudes. The charm of love propels evil thought and love does magic as charming hope whispers mind. Remaining fearless is wise. Love makes life fearless. An excellent poem is well crafted...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful poem. when you started dreaming me, the evil ran away. is a beautiful line. Thanks for sharing.