seemingly without care for times pendulous fall
into deep dark mirrors hidden within your tear filled eyes
the heat of my devotion burning my scarred and tired flesh
like a moth consumed by the flickering candles unforgiving flame
and yet like the gentle fluttering carrier of lost souls
i too am still drawn unto your naked light
helpless at the fury and tempest of passions hunger
i surrender to the all embracing confligration
that is my endless love for you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem