Of all that is divine
and all that is evil;
It is you who becomes entwined
in my thoughts and in my mind
Oh, with eyes full of life
and skin as soft as porcelain;
As you are my infinite allure
stabbing my heart with a knife.
Will I ever have you?
One cannot tell me so.
As I would like to be the one who comforts her
and makes her laugh and stays by her side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Zayne, this is fantastic! You are truly gifted, and I honestly give this poem a 10! Sam