They discourage me; they say I’m timid, meek dwarf
To pluck fruits from the tree of happiness
I grow fear when night sounds music
And moon alone watches our togetherness.
I wish to blanket my love around you,
Wish to stretch my arms for your moony love
Bosom your pain in exchange of beauty
Stuffed in winter and vanishing the way off.
A hope that your beautiful smile always will be there.
Holding on, holding out...a hand, a hope, a wish.
A gentle feeling that only I can share.
Wondering how I 'll ever repay the promise of all this!
I am not a poet; still my words take the shape of a verse,
To express my love, my feelings, my devotion for you
I am waiting for the time to see the same light in your eyes,
andTo whisper “this poem is exclusively for you.”
To pluck fruits from the tree of happiness
I grow fear when night sounds music
And moon alone watches our togetherness.
I wish to blanket my love around you,
Wish to stretch my arms for your moony love
Bosom your pain in exchange of beauty
Stuffed in winter and vanishing the way off.
A hope that your beautiful smile always will be there.
Holding on, holding out...a hand, a hope, a wish.
A gentle feeling that only I can share.
Wondering how I 'll ever repay the promise of all this!
I am not a poet; still my words take the shape of a verse,
To express my love, my feelings, my devotion for you
I am waiting for the time to see the same light in your eyes,
andTo whisper “this poem is exclusively for you.”
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