When you come in my sight...
There is always a small fight...
In brain and heart for a while...
No matter who starts to bite...
The heart will take a silly decision...
ANd the brain will make it right...
My heart says go and hug her tight...
Brain says stop...might she won't delight...
Just say hi! and smile, you will get a reason to dream in the night...
I wish the same thing happen when you switch off the light....
Calling my name will make your darkroom bright...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem