Deep down the lake of your lover's tears
You sleep motionless
Like a soap bubble yet to be touched.
I love you, So I don't touch..
But simply keep counting
The minutes, and
The beats of my heart.
I wish a fairy mischievous than me could touch the bubble, so that the love could be all around thee.
Deep down the lake of your lover's tears You sleep motionless Like a soap bubble yet to be touched. I love you, So I don't touch.. But simply keep counting The minutes, and The beats of my heart. Thanks for shared 10+++++
Like a soap bubble yet to be touched. I love you, So I don't touch.. But simply keep counting The minutes, and The beats of my heart. It's a lovely poem with beautiful concept.
Deep down the lake of your lover's tears You sleep motionless Like a soap bubble yet to be touched. I love you, So I don't touch.. But simply keep counting Enjoyed this small yet beautiful poem.
Yet to be touched! ! With the muse of love. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Divinity of love is overt, cheers well penned