On the ground of your love..
I came to you as a seed..
When you dropped a water-stuff..
I started to have a greed..
After a number of days..
You spoke in the ways..
I was going next to you..
Never wanna say but not to prove..
Be happy and look at your past..
now, my growth has a start..
I will be there, my breathe last..
I had wished to be there..
I use to have a lot to share..
As I felt but never to grew..
Don't know how I started to you..
Going to a height..
I am scattering love upon you..
I am big but too small to you..
I am green, branches are wide..
It it is only you hold me tight..
It comes some furious storms..
But I am safe in your arms..
You gave Mr a lot to remember..
How can I forget that November..?
''Loving you'', I have spoken..
No more, I am dried- broken..
At my eleventh hour, feeling no more..
I want to die with kisses you four..
You are sad and your love is dying..
Holding you in my branches-''That's fine..''
My leaves are on your lips..
Will never get you next glimpse..
Yes, I am gone but you are here..
I had to leave, I was bald and sere..
You will be missing all those storms..
''Loving you, my roots are still in your arms..''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem