I'm not a poet, and I'm not an author,
But your thoughts make me write,
Engrossed in thoughts, like a labour,
I write all about you day and night.
Your thoughts grow strong in mind,
And stronger before sound sleep;
On behalf of you, for you're so kind,
That Angels round me vigil keep.
As a fish lives and swims in water,
Lack of water is fatal for sure;
I live the way in your thoughts ever,
Planting the tree of love so pure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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