Then I've returned
once again, I return
To spy on your Facebook
Still, the same beautiful look
The lips, fresh and full of joy
A pleasure to enjoy,
the return, once again
Then the surprise
The same slimness of the size
And the same bright eyes
Full of beautiful lies
By the way, I know
I really know when you bite the lower lip
And twist your mouth to make a lie
But that did never escape my eye
But the age, what the age?
You still twenty-two
Although an age had gone
And wall has grown between me and you
Fifteen years ago
We celebrated your twenty- two
And still you are those twenty-two
You have must have bargained with time
Of course, lady, this is no crime
But I still try to build a siege
Round your cage
Despite the time
And in spite of my age
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Evergreen the look is and come back everywhere with the oringin. Beautiful to read and I enjoyed your thougths
Thank you so much, man.