The day my eyes basis with your eyes,
is the day my pleasant applied in my heart.
Is the day I cameback from stable to unstable,
as world called me back.
I came back, back because I was terndence back.
Was certain likely by my eyes to see you.
And my eyes as well were likely to hear your voice.
Am incomplete without your present, that is why
when am with you, I fell myself satisfaction.
Is true your present pleasurable me.
We are certainly proportion.
Without you I became disproportion.
With your present I became equilibrium.
Your present sustain my pleasant.
Without you I certain neglect.
No one could even count my emotion of love to you.
You are my true love.
You are my stick, without you, I could not walk,
as am blind.
I wont even walk, without you, as you are my wheelchair.
You are my heart, without you, am dead body.
I will be with you forever, as you are foremost to me,
and as without you am incomplete.
poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem