I couldn’t read you
After these many years
Words I thought would bring you cheers
Brought your eyes a drop of dew.
I couldn’t be your perfect guy
What I tried all the while
Couldn’t bring your eyes a smile
There still lumps of sadness cry.
My woman after these many years
I couldn’t get through your tapestry
You still remain Christie’s Mystery
Couldn’t explore your hidden layers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Buenissimo Pradip, great rhyme scheme!