My love,
Sometimes I fear
That despite all the poems
I write to you my dear
Some words are still hidden
I try to chase them within
And I'll never cease trying
But as a lost treasure
They play hide and seek for sure
I pour out my words to you sweetheart
From a deep well in my heart
A well of love that never runs dry
Filled from the tenderness of your sky
I want to win the guiness book of love poems
By writing to you one million poems
But even if I don't get that prize
You great love shall always be my pride
Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem