Gone now by the days
Missing all the words to stay
A nights dream goes out.
Love will take its time
As moonbeams cast more shadows
Mine is like red wine.
Sips away slowly
Bitter to the end you know
Sweet kisses take time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love will take its time As moonbeams cast more shadows Mine is like red wine.. Beautiful line... Thanks for sharing it.10 marks. Subhas