Once a lover...
Once I was a lover
I used to love,I fell in Love.
I sang with the song of bird flying on the blue sky with tremendous freedom that has never been felt before.
I blossom with the flower of spring glided like honey bee for nectar.
I drove down the hills with musical and mystical sound of spring to reach ocean to be deep inside.
A great feeling that stood so priceless, never encountered again remind me;
Once I was a lover and used to love...
This poem is about:
Our world