To My Dear One
She....., not my student.
But she's always submissive my words.
Whatever I force her,
Ow! she could follow like a master.
I bet nothing can stop her glorious future.
She....., not my teacher.
But I have to learn noble manners from her.
Whenever I glimpse her actions,
Ow! they're full of precious lessons.
I bet no word is worth to mention.
She....., not my girlfriend.
But her verses are straight to my heart.
Wherever I feel creations of her pen,
Ow! thrill comes to me with rhythm.
I bet no beauty can compare her poems.
She....., not my relative.
But we build up fantastic friendship.
Whoever asks me to stay away from her,
Ow! why do I part my lovely pick-up sister?
I bet our poetry will make us close forever.
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
