I don't know, your secret charmness
I do know, why I fade like a tree in thee
I do know, our walking miles awaits
But I don't know, real destination where? .
I admire your visible beauty
Thy beauty stops my paper and pen
I admire only your originality not a copy
My physical body trembles and my faded eyes morn.
I see, you are like a butterflies
I wish to touch and play thy tender wings to fly
You are monarch butterfly not like other flies
Our far distance miles awaits stretch your wings to fly high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice images used to express beloved one...keep writing