Black suits you; you look elegant.
And that was the loveliest moment,
When you stand by my side
And smiled.
I wish if you could have stayed
With me a little more.
I often wonder,
Why your thoughts come to me.
Had you cast a spell on me?
You make me blush, you make me smile.
I have no courage to say it.
That's why I hold a pen to write.
And of course I'm not a poet.
It's just a way how,
The feelings come out of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem