With lips, soft and brown
The thought of kissing her renders me helpless.
Stung by Cupid's arrow
Her eyes shine as the brightest star
A light illuminating it's way through darkness.
I love the way she smiles
The sun sulks behind the clouds.
Waiting for a chance to be seen again
Supple to the submissive nature of hearts.
The moments lapse into hours
And still no sign of the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice write... Keep it up... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too... Naila