What caused you to be the host?
To our love, I make a toast.
Many days go without beautiful dresses and a pampered face.
Still, I can't look you in the eye without feeling disgraced.
Tell me why?
Do I feel so shy?
I am not used to this.
Even though it has been two years and I haven't yet felt your kiss.
I want to be with you.
There is still so much I have yet to do.
It breaks me every day.
Knowing I can't make myself stay.
I want you to come to me,
I want to hold you ever so tightly.
I want to know what it is like to look you in the eye.
I don't know why.
I have strange desires for these things when it comes to you.
I break so many rules and it is not something I usually do.
A nice poem on love and how it gives pain when you miss it. Beautifully crafted and has a nice flow. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem on the love of suffering...........///