Notwithstanding my fears, I somehow appeared fearless in the mirror..
Misty eyes…, , eventually manifest some spark..,
An appreciable kick off to a blissful Dinner…
I cherish each and every lie so amazingly..
That leads to a passionate Frail, ,
By and by Better half switch to a Better brimful blushingly..
Reserve my table for upcoming thoughts…
Need some space for extraordinary foughts…,
And book my slot for unsure ties…
smell unequal from some power of lies….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem