Blank lines on a sheet of paper is death
As the pen bleeds
So do I
For when she goes
So do I
My heart no longer of any use to my body
Has been sacrificed and reproduced in word
You have my heart on the tip of your tongue
You have my heart in thought on your mind
Me to you as earth to sun
Me to you as done as dying
No shame no pain
Just a letter in ink
Until forever where ever
We again will meet
Sincerely, a Poet
Let these words tribute no glory
To what was and what will be
Of a man and his story
The poet who loved and lived eternally
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem