Going deep into this,
my tired eyes prays I never start.
It reflects the miseries of our glorious bliss
and separates our odium several distance apart.
Good memories of that following day
when we came to an understanding to to defile this mystery called virginity.
The very vigor of our betroth love – gone away.
The strength of our enchanting jealousy.
How I wished your smiles I can behold,
and reminds you of the promises we made to keep this love always on our path,
and your vow that our wrangles, we’ll bury down to death.
and whispers in your ears how I love you.
How I wish a glimpse of you I can hold
and tell of your nature made beauty
beyond the realities of the treasures of gold,
the blessings that binds our unconditional love like a glue
of glorious eternity.
How I wished my voice, you’ll hear
my pains, you’ll bear
my emotions, you’ll feel
and my feelings, you’ll perceive
how I do love you.