It is my love
I'd like to tell you
but can you think of anyone who
can count the grains of sand
on all the beaches
who can measure all the land
the sunlight reaches
every single clear blue day?
How could one phrase
the beauty of the sun that rises
how much the gloomy night despises
the golden day that slowly does unfold?
So how could I have thought to paraphrase
how much I long for your embrace
whenever I catch sight of you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is my love I'd like to tell you but can you think of anyone who can count the grains of sand on all the beaches who can measure all the land the sunlight reaches every single clear blue day? amazing?