Day and night you made one,
Even when I was alone,
You accompanied on phone,
I wander,
Is this the love we had sown?
Separated by miles on map,
Even eyes couldn't fill the gap,
But your caress carpeted the wrap,
I wonder,
Is this the love we had sown?
Well woven gems of admiration,
Wore wings of swiftness in acclamation,
Racing, as if life and death, in execution,
I wonder,
Is this the love we had sown?
Like an expectant mother, over there,
Waited for every letter, filled with debonair,
Embracing every words platter, as voltaire,
I wonder,
Is this the love we had sown?
I wonder, is this the love,
The love we sown, is suave,
Never failing to crown, the naive,
I wonder,
Is this the love we had sown.
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Thank-you every one for your beautiful and encouraging works. Thank-you for making this look as song.
Is this the love we had sown..A significant question from a heart that craves for real love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A remarkably lovely poem and picture! 5 stars!