Shall I tell you of my love for you?
Your beauty, redder than any rose,
Your soul comes to me, it dost past through,
I am a ghost, nothing more,
whispering imaginary words, of I love you,
You begin to whisper to the air,
I feel your words, they grasp and construe,
please my love hear me, Undo these lips so unfair,
If only I was real to you, I'd make you want me as much as I want you.
But I am Crimson, my love for you silent I cannot declare,
Forshadowing all that is to come,
My love your dying, as have I,
Forswear your beliefs, just beleive in me.
You need not a god, come with me and you'll see.
As you cross over, I've been waiting for you,
This ghost crimson, has longed for you,
and now my love, you've past,
sadness is not on this day,
because your welcomed into these
Crimson arms to forever remain.
I wonder how 'Crimson ghost' costume in Halloween hahahaha...Crimson, you make fold every words in beautiful origami-poetry....dashing! ......_Unwritten SOul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gorgeous. Love can break all boundaries! A ghost of crimson remains on all who have read your poetry.