Gentle is the heartbeat I've never known,
humming in sync with the Crimson that flows,
The sweetest lullaby, the envy of all melodies,
Such a faint whisper, Only I am able to hear,
This love dreched part, thought untouchable....
Yet I've touched it...
Inseperable from the body, yet so easily given,
One faint heartbeat on the brink of love,
falls into regret, the beating shall stop,
love is beautiful..... but what it does is not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'falls into regret, the beating shall stop, love is beautiful..... but what it does is not.' I am touched by your poem. I think this poem has the depth of the Indian Ocean. I am Proud of your work being a fellow poet! Carry with your poetry in the same passion and style. A garland to you (if only you write many poems like this) ...Ha! HA! Ha! :) :) :)