My dear, when life knocks you down
Think of me as a Savior in human form,
I write emulating the copy of the son of
Liquid words, when he writes his queen too
Tagged 'Dear Ivara'
White is an improvised colour,
But black the color of all days..
But you are impressed with the dark
I see the many battles bottled up in you
In your innocent yet brave heart,
So I write with the many dignity left of me,
If love makes one mad, then let me be mad
So when life knocks you down think of me as a Savior...
I feel you are somewhat a neophyte in matters of the heart, if this is true give it time..I am just a traveler who's destination is you, I will wait,
For If not you then none else..
I have found a place where my heart belongs, if you are not for me, then our roads should never have crossed paths.
I am the child showered with less of love
And some youthful fantasies
So shedding out some part of me is rare
But for you I will pour down many more of me
For you my Tam O' chanter
From Finland, Africans perhaps are good with praising their pride, the young lass looks deserving
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Must be someone special perhaps...she better be worthy of this