Is it wrong that my heat craves just you,
Cries out for us,
Longs for you & I, together in oneness,
That I breath heavy unless I take in your name,
& I suffocate with each memory I try to erase?
Is it wrong that I find it arduous to untwine my soul from your's,
That my heart stubbornly refuses to dance to anything but the re-sounding sweet cord of your voice,
& my ear deaf to all but the gentle beat of your heart?
Is it wrong that I'll stop loving you only when the sun rises from the West to set in the East?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stop loving, but how Lily? Love is but natural.