Her smile feels comfortable
Like a child's pastel drawing.
Another day he writes;
When I peeped into her heart
Oh! Really it's burning like a volcano.
But it's a wintry night and I cannot leave the premises.
So I decided to stay longer voluntarily.
To each his own. Love has many moods. Excellent write, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra
yea some brave one prefers to play with a fire.......a fire of love.....Good Write....10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So many wear masks to hide their passion and rage. Methinks your subject enjoys the volcano hidden but so warming to the spirit on a shivering day. You use words like a fine craftsman uses his chisel. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥