My voice for you is both tender and languid
Disturbs later silence of night dark.
Near bed sad the candle burns mine;
my verses merge murmuring, flow, rivers loves,
Flow are full you.
In darkness your eyes shine before with me,
to me smile, and sounds are heard by me:
My friend, my gentle friend and my love. I Like... Yours!
In pine ions long hopeless,
in alarms of noisy vanity,
the voice gentle sounded to me long
Also lovely fig dreamed.
And heart beat in ecstasy,
And for it have revived again
and a deity, and inspiration,
both life, and happiness, and LOVE …
Copyrighted@2008
This poem is wonderful, lyrical with high imagery and mellowed tones. Keep writing. sathya narayana
I don't know who the poem is for, but it is not for me.The understanding of this poem will require so much time from the reader that it simply won't be worth it. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My 10 in favor of love, in favor of this lovely composition.