I was nyctophobic
Until I met you
The atmosphere became astraphobic
Suddenly, my head became ligyrophobic
And you know I am enochlophobic
For fear of photophobia
I watched from the distance
Others looked pediophobic
But you, like a goddess
I have met fair weathered Damsels
They made me ophidiophobic
For that's what they are
I saw the "Beware of Dogs"
Not to worry, I am not cynophobic
Neither am I bathophobic
Because I'll swim the tide with you
Cast your aerophobia on me
That we may cross the seven seas
And tie our love with binds
For without you, there is no me
Two lovers compliment each other.1 + 1 = 1. lovely poem.
Two lovers compliment each other.1 + 1 = 1. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem I have to visit my dictionary to get those word