To be yours,
And to be mine.
Like words entangling my tongue
And lips turning into wine.
On a fair night,
A book fell from my hand.
A message flashed,
And I found an inspiring man.
A man so intriguing
With unshaken talents.
He wrapped himself around my soul
And a dead emotion inside me, evoked.
On the next night
He called me home.
My home was his voice,
My bed was the shrills of his tone.
His laughter ran over my body
The shape of his words made me numb,
yet the sound of his laughter
brought me alive.
I smile, I blushed, he completely had me flushed.
And there is no heaviness that remains within.
Who knows when will life take its turns,
But I have already lived my forever with him.
What is a forever anyways,
if not a figment of my being.
To be submerged in that utmost happiness
to pass into a moment of everything yet nothingness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem