A void
To be filled
A puzzle
To be solved
I am an enigma
A mystery
To unravel.
looking to a glass... a fanatic amaze of some gesture, in a cold mids of morning.. as the days goes by... however he thought of not knowing the maiden of heart ponder.. and thy forgot of asking.. could it be or be deny.. then please himself ' let her be gone, so she will be happy:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a beautiful poetic start, Lady L. S. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks