I had ever wished,
There could be a person
that I could be comfortable
Comfortable enough to tell
Everything that I feel
And also when amn't real.
I had been trying,
To write a poem for you,
And now I've got one
No world knows this but me
Any time you're sad and down
When you have no words.
Struggling hell hard,
To reach the top of waters
This poem will give you,
some breaths to live again
I will live on its stones
I will die on its shore.
The houseboat on the hills
Just to be with you, my love
You love is haunting me
I'm deep in it, deep in it am i
It's so hard to control,
Than to sing it so loud.
On the balcony at night
Watching the lights of the city
My only one, withno rings
My only one, withno ceremony
Nothing is broken—
But a viable surgery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem