Why even hitherto, dear distant lover
are you still hidden under time's protective cover
out of reach, out of touch, out of sight
If only you know a curious man's plight
the ocean that flows as tears from his eyes
then you should know how deep he drawns in the tears he cries
my antanaes are on errand like spies
to sense where your charm occupies
so i can trudge through the hills, the ridges and the col
searching for the only one that
appeals to my soul.
'' 23/05/2013
calabar''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful I can see the curiosity from your words...the impatient heart for union...amaing!