Without you, what becomes of me
Never separate, my love, I will try and try forever to be one with you.
What now hinders me as I receive you in morn?
What prevents me to go on thanking you for loving me
All day long, in all circumstances, in crowds, in solitude?
Hold me tight so I don’t forget you;
Surrounded by others, in the world, I am an easy prey to their seduction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem