Going away from seems like pain
I wanna fall on her like a holy rain
She being beautiful makes me crazy
I find no surprise when all goes hazy
Days are beautiful but nights are soar
I just need her and kill this roar
when she is not around all is empty
with her on side there is no pity
I don't know if this is called love?
She makes me alive, that's the only rub
Her presence in front makes me mad
I surrender my soul and get so glad
I love the way she used to drag
I dream of her and get so sad
I pray the almighty to do some magic
Gone my senses and not just logic
I wanna be special to make her mine
I ask Aphrodite to prove her divine
Stars look familiar with her moon face
I wanna embrace her without any race
Life is on fire when she gets away
I wanna be with her but not getting a way
I go nutter when hear her voice
She is the only lady I need as fife
In my loneliness she is the life
Away is she that's a bad rife
Getting her close is the only desire
But she plays with me, a game of satire
Memories are true not any fake
She fondles with me closing her face
Her gentle touch gives me a pleasure
I forget the world, my body goes laser
I feel her warmth even if it's cold
I so get under quilt as if I am sold
She is the only gal, who fits as wife
Shine of her eyes is my complete life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem