Wherever you go, I will be blown
When we are miles apart, you are so close
As I long for your sweet voice,
All I remember is your tender touch
After we kiss, I was breeze
Here I am waiting to play the pillow fight
Hope one day, we sail the sea of love with me
I am be-winded for you have gone too long
May be you want me to miss you for not calling
But its six months now
Come heal the broken heart
In this wooden small door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem