This feeling that's come over me,
engulfs my heart
consumes my soul.
To stay is to die.
Death by love
that knows no control...
to the limits...
a soul can give.
Chiseling away
from who I am...
these bits of me...
taken away...
consumed....
lost...
can't they see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem