You are a dream, you are a song,
To get to you is like reaching out for the moon,
Trying to hold the beam in your hands,
Like a mirage in a magical land,
Your very presence, your aroma,
Makes me bloom into a flower,
The minute you disappear I’m wilted,
Like a bird singing its heart out with a thorn,
Stardom does not affect you,
But who knows I may be wrong,
Your conversations are so light,
Like a feather gliding ever so smoothly,
Wrapped with warmth around her mother’s arms
The gentle loving breeze…
i can relate to this one! ! :) the best part is.. though u see and feel all these things like heaven.. deep inside you know for sure that it is just an infatuation :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really heart's close poem.