You Think... Poem by Genc Kastrati

You think you've loaded over your shoulder
The kingdom of this mysterious world
And the happiness of your smile
Takes your cheeks from ear to ear.
You have nothing my love in the fortune!
Neither the sea nor the property,
Nor the flowers of your garden that you water.
Meanwhile for having me and me having you,
The meal of the voracious souls will get fulfilled,
Deep and divine, heavenly in magnitude.
There is nothing else in the papers that have been left as evidence,
Over the sheets filled with striking happenings
It is not written for palaces or ornaments
Of the human race, has been spoken with reverence
Only for the efforts and triumphs
Of magical bonds of hearts.