Stars twinkle across the sky,
Some in pairs, triplets or singles shy.
I am one of the paired ones I guess,
Leading my life through a tangled but happy mess.
Some days there's a downpour some days the sun shines bright,
Some days there's comfort some days a terrible fright.
I know you're there for me as I am for you,
Some incidents we were separated but those were a few.
Every night before me you apparate.
You just say a line 'trust me' and disapparate.
As soon as we see each other we know a current sparks,
The spark that infiltrates every dark.
In each others arms we had cried,
In each others arms we now smile.
The downpour goes dry the fright is not a bother,
It's only when we are with each other.
Now as each thread in our life untangles,
We smile and our fingers we tangle.
I wish for our fingers to be tangled forever,
As the determination of the north star never does waver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely put. Try 'Guide' if you have a spare couple of minutes. Thanks.