When you gifted me a night,
When I didn't sleep
thinking of your
strange ways of wooing me,
It was love.
When you gifted me a night,
When I didn't sleep
lying near you
Cozy comfortable and content,
It was love.
When you gifted me a night
When you left me alone,
I didn't sleep again
lying anguished and decomposed,
It was love.
It was love every time
And will cherish each memory
As it has been to me,
Your Precious emotionally flavored
Gifts of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm....sweet and so lovely, i loved it, the way you wrote it..very nice..sorry for late reply and read this...i give u full mark! _Soul