And I heard the voice, was it fake?
N’er wanting those unforeseen phases,
In quandary of final gamble, ceases,
To see my wet bosom, ache.
I jus called to say, I Hate You!
The wee quarrels shrank our distance,
To engage in blab for hours, that thrills,
Enjoying thy company, for more than once,
Relished thy unforeseen smile, that kills
I jus called to say… I like you.
With winds, dancing thy tiny curls, tantalizing,
And the fragrance of the spring, swirling,
Along the brightness of jade, twinkling,
Or the decibel with sweetness of honey, deferring,
I jus called to say… I admire you.
Shan’t I cry, to posses, thy innocence,
Or the shoulders, trustful, I need
Lingering in mind with peace,
Thou art my beloved, for reasons unlisted,
I jus called to say… I adore you.
I need, you, art my soul inmate,
To shrug n hug in time of want,
I came to kno I can’t compete
W’out thou beside ain’t I complete
And at last I called to say… I Love You!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem