there are
secrets
always in
the name of
love...
our garden
your flower
my ponytail.
if you still
love me these
secrets
remain as ours
and you would
not reveal them...
the flower you
gave me
the pony that
you rode
in the labyrinths
of our
lovely nights...
no shadows
no ghosts shall
haunt us
except those
memories that
remain as memories
you went that
way
and i went my
own way....
lines of
lights
travelling
opposite
directions....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there are secrets always in the name of love.......so true. It is really a beautiful poem on love having touching expression with nice collocation. Thanks for sharing.