My days are passing by
My hairs are turning gray
I wait for you to come
On a blessed happy day
My smooth skin is wrinkling
Like a crumpled paper
My hopes are vanishing
Like camphor in the air
My beauty is fading
Like a drying up rose
My dreams are being shattered
By rebuff's tornadoes
It makes me hot-tempered
Like a lion of zoo
I know you are out there
Why don't you want me too?
yes love is patient, you have to be patient like a fishermen when it comes to love....well done this is a great poem keep the fire burning...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sweet...really, love turns up uninvited like a sweeping ghost...we just have to sit back relax, relish life and smile...good luck in your quest...loved this by the way...tyvm