It has been like this
The year past the kiss lingers
Unto my pining heart
Unto my mind –the longing part
It has been you
The face I long to see, though
Unto my heavy eyes
Unto my confused thoughts
It has been me-since
The drifter across our distance
Unto my premature faith
Unto my un-divinely fate
It has been like this
In the years to come, alas
Unto my trying I know
Unto my dying hours, still it’s you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem