May I Know? Poem by aung si myanmar
May I Know?
Every night..., difficult to fall asleep
Owing to 'she' in heart deep.
Fancy murmurs about romantic stream.
May I know that is dream?
Every day..., I'm ably captivated
Owing to her poetry gifted.
Desire feels delight free.
May I know that is thrill?
Every moment..., I unforgettably see and here
Though she is not in eyes and ears.
Unconscious mind is tenderly tempted.
May I know that is attachment?
'she' I adore...is my life.
It's like a bond black and white.
Secret soul yearns for her touch.
May I know that is love?
May I know that is love?
May I know...?
For sure this is a love. this poem is so great and lovely. i have seen lots of romantic aspects in this work here. i embrace this work.
really excellent poem..I can see through your poem How you adore your love! ! I enjoy this!
It's like a bond black and white. Secret soul yearns for her touch.UAU! I love that way you express your love. I see the bond in yours hearts, untie the knot.
A very lovely write. I really enjoyed reading it. Keep up the great work and thanks. Also, I invite you to read and comment.
Oh, nice whispers of the one in love. The heart will keep on murmuring its language until it gets its longing and desire. Nice way of giving language to bubbling emotions...
Very nice poem. I especially like the lines It's like a bond black and white. Secret soul yearns for her touch. May I know that is love? Thanks for sharing
Yes, here is the longing to know if what is felt is really love. This is one piece which many can identify with. Very good title that summarizes the central message.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The stirrings of love can be confusing. Doubts creep in, questioning, Your poem reflects young uncertain, Yet excitement is certain.