The things you thrown away,
I collect them as my hobby,
You can find all your stolen things in my lobby, 😋
Your used straws, that foil in which your food is roll,
I collected them
and decorated on my wall.
Your notebook when I borrow
I only see the pages where you signed your name and played cross and
arrow,
Secretly I tore the page of your name
as it seems autographed by the fame.
Now please don't blame
because
this is how madly I love you.
You dont know how many times I die,
whenever I saw you cry.
My sun shines when you smiles.
I am in coma when i feel your aroma.
I know You are too aware
and girl its not fair
because
this is how madly I love you. ☺
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where have you hidden her heart stolen by you? Is it one-sided love? You have kept safe all the material things taken away in stealth. Please shoot an arrow to make a gentle wound at her heart.
Sure Sir, :)