A cascade of emotions developing daily
each time your image forms in my head;
Butterflies in my tummy, daisies in my heart
and all worries are becoming dead.
Five years on and am still growing in love
second after minute, hour after day;
Thoughts of you filling me with
how life in bliss with you will play.
The loneliness only builds more on the
anxiety of being in your presence;
our final meet which might be
down the aisle will be the high of
my existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem