My valentine run-over my-self
And it goes to the shade
And day by day it washed away!
In every year i enjoy alone
As my love's warmth turned in vain
Only she became another!
How i l shout her gravities
She is my hearts properties
Though i have lost my time
If any one can call again the shrine!
I supply my-self her fragrants
And laugh in pain
Oh! God! Why my endevour goes in vain?
I love this poem. You have a knack for little writings. Keep going! I love them they are very meaningfull and I like the use of words you will be perefect in no time at all. Love, Amy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
U r perfect bt u hau to improve