I knew you, when I thought I’d never be like you…
Learning how you “think-clear-through…”
You’re the “Brightest Star” in the darkest night.
You’re the Rainbow across the cloudless bright.
You’re the Prize, the Mark-, and Key-, my reality.
You’re my dreams “locked-up” in a mustard-seed.
You’re a “Map in the Sahara Desert, ” when I scheme.
You’re the “Painting of love” of all my day dreams…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem