I must not love you here or there you know because.
And yet without exception it is why because of you,
and is it simple when I say and loved I said are you.
I am when loving you and am I loving you and when.
How I wait to long and waiting long I do.
A heart that moves from yielding lips a choir that moves.
I, when love is hate and you to yielding deep I forge.
And it is never hating you, I love the storms your cage.
When I blend inside of you,
and the length of what I measure is the pleasure of the measure it is a widow open that is covered brightly over you.
It is not the changing day but when night comes over you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem