You loved me many years before we met,
In corridors of past forgotten time,
When many lifetimes proved certain our fate,
As one destined for each other's sweet rhyme;
Events, fateful, has paved each trodden way,
Not just by chance as fools toss in a game,
The hand of Providence led you to me,
That, I perceived the very day you came;
As love endures ordeals that dreams cannot,
As night departs and dreamers could wake up,
The mind recalls nothing that hearts forgot,
Like even wine when empty in the cup;
.... But if life holds no chance for us in stow,
.... Will you still love like many years ago?
Very beautifully written. As if in dreams, lifes precious schemes......held together on nights moon beams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice sonnet...........you are perfectly the best architect of the imaginations flowing down from the vale of love.........greatly enjoyed it.