I long to jot a poem of laceration.
My heart yearns only to jot a poem of adulation.
My soul for you- longs to sing so loud for you.
Know i yearn to only love and to hold you.
I long to show enchantment when I'm wrapped in your arms.
Baby.. Know my armour is afflicted.
It's as if I'm too tired of trying to hanker for i can only ardent.
I long to jot a poem with metaphors and rhymes but my heart only crack iin tears of forlornness.
If only inclinationwas to occupy this whole in my heart and your heart was home.
I'd maybe ardent,
For I'd know with you my heart is safe.
Baby.. If i cannot have you for me,
Bury my heart unto the sand of fear and and that of agony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem