Is it love?
I haven't slept all night,
hugging my teddy tight.
Hope its all-right!
Or is it just might
that I'm on a dream flight?
Can it happen,
the love at first-sight?
Can I speak of it for a slight
or I should leave it for
heart and mind's fright?
Is it just might?
Burden not so light
to carry as life's plight.
Am I wrong or right?
Confused flow of emotions,
flows like pen's ink elite.
Is it just might?
I'm on great height.
Is it love?
So delight.
Who can separate river from its bed Who can stop downpour and mountain torrent Who can reject lightning and thunder Who can get rid of this idiom, love at first sight And replace it with a new one ...
A refined poetic imagination, Tanya. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A natural affinity and instinctive liking of love at first sigh, surely brings much delight to the heart. Lovely poem - a smooth flow for joy. Thanks for sharing.