From morn to night
I think of you;
Though you are not with me.
My every breath
Consumes your heartbeats;
Each moment I see you
With my mortal eyes
Though you are invisible.
Each pensive mood
Of my darkened heart
Becomes enlightened
With your lively youth & laughter.
Though you are not in front of me
I fondle your heart along with your
Smiling face & gentle smell.
I wish I would die one day
With your smiling heart
Without your physical presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Swerving in the middle of the perfection