My love,
What's age but a number
You make me feel much younger
An early spring blooming flower
That stays so in all weathers
You see beauty in my soul
Which remains the same forevermore
I've never felt this way before
Devotedly cherished and cared for
We are the age of our heart and mind as well
With you my heart is feeling spring forever
Love is endless, it lasts after death
When love beats till the last breath
You pamper my heart as your own
If my heart could leave me on its own
Be sure to you it would have flown
For your soul is my endless throne
Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem