He makes me feel that I am nothing to him;
But still my heart says I am born for him.
My little heart aches for him,
Waiting to make love with him.
“Handsome” is a word for him.
I can never close my eyes in front of him;
Hollywood hero would feel jealous of him.
And even “Miss World” would fret for him,
Thousands of stars are gazing at him,
The beautiful moon fell in love with him;
And the burning sun can never stand before him,
My friends asked who is this him,
And I sang a beautiful hymn for him.
Offering my heart, soul an mind for him,
And I am still waiting for him,
To tell him I love him 3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem