Rocked in the cradle of your thoughts,
Soaked in the lullaby sung by your memories,
Every time I dream about you
I was continuously living one moment and dying on another.
It's hard for me to see you in front of my eyes
Yet couldn't grab you in my arms..
And it is harder to leave your image as it is
Without giving a try to grab it…
Don't know about love.
For me it means to dream about you all the time
Don't know about other things,
I just love you for no reason
Or may be for the only reason that I love you…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem