There is a place I know so well
with heat of passion in control.
A secret place within my shell,
next to the cinder of my soul.
I have a torch within my heart,
a flaming light that makes me whole.
I keep it in my secret part,
next to the cinder of my soul.
I find that when the world grows cold,
emotions fuel the flame like coal.
There’s only one that I shall hold,
next to the cinder of my soul.
There is a place I know so well,
next to the cinder of my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem