Those innocence traits on your face;
Your shame often showed with grace;
The magical appeal of your body;
The stream of love in your custody.
Ignoring and abhorring their absence;
Looking in the abyss for their essence;
Trying to give them a kind of rebirth;
Fighting to keep them alive on earth.
Crying a river flooding on the cheeks;
Stealing the joy out of heart - It freaks;
Staying sleepless overnight and thinking;
Losing faith in love; falling in drinking.
Remembering the shining of those traits;
Loving them to come back in these dates;
Wishing her to show me the last dance;
Reminding of her beauty out of trance.
04/06/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem