In the time of loneliness
In my lonely room
I lay down in my bed
My eyes looking at the faded fan, aimlessly
I feel your tight grip
Over the upper and inner part of my arms...
Your eyes piercing my body and reaching my heart...
You hold my neck and touch my soul...
O love.. You cannot imagine the way you make me feel resurrected..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem