We met and let our eyes speak,
We meant to talk, but felt so weak.
'Was it love at first sight? ', I wondered,
'Was it just a mere idea? ', I murmured.
Then words helped us break the ice.
How lovely was the talk! How nice!
Time felt we stole His hours,
We felt time was just ours.
We knew we were meant to meet,
At such a time, in such a heat.
Soon I called her my better half,
Soon I tasted the joy of love.
We rushed to pledge for ever,
To rise to glory or fall together.
She meant the world to me and more
I meant no less with my little lore.
We were so happy and content,
To lead our life, and were so bent,
To stick together through thick and thin,
To tell the world our love wasn't a sin.
Love is when hearts soar to happiness,
Love is a cure for the heart's sickness.
For me and her love was, is and will be,
The air of this life and of the one to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem