i came home, she was gone
to needy heart, someone
who has warm love to seat
on the softness of a love seat
in a way i miss her
for few moments together
yes, that soft, cuddly embrace
while musing with my princess
but i won’t be looking
by my window, gazing
when she’ll be back again
she’s always in my dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely love poem.....finely penned....10+