Beautiful she laid her hands,
All night along with her smiles,
Writing a beautiful poem,
Melting like an ice with wonders of love,
Love that shines within my eyes,
Wondering how beautifully she stand besides me.
She stands as a magic stone which
never fades whenever I laid beside her rock of love.
Her the dream I wish never to wake up.
So she writes with the juice of love from her heart,
Measuring our love with no measure to eternity.
She writes with the deep ink of love,
Love unfold with beauty,
upon the wall on my heart saying,
I love you before and after we met.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem