The clouds and you
All the dark clouds of mind are gathered in the sky,
Is it for you or not I don't know
Now a days its raining a lot
Not from the sky though.
If God had given me the power or
If I had a magic lamp with Jeanie
Then I would have asked to become the drop of sweat on your forehead
Coz it was born there and will die on your heated lips,
Touching down your cheek....
a nice poem of love dear. good work. deep emotions and too light to read.
This is a beautiful poem. 'Now a days its raining a lot Not from the sky though.' A good expression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a beautiful, romantic poem. An epitaph of the dried, buried drop of sweat could be: ' I lie here in warmth, In your softness, In your touch, In your wants.'