my most beautiful poetry
is about you.
most tragic, most touching, most real!
the feelings spill onto the page
with a rage, with a willingness
not quite my own...
and i feel
that never love known can compare to
the depth of this one i own still.
alone for the time until
yesterdays bind us
remind us
as love always will
that we are one soul,
tho for now we seem two
with a veil drawn, as if, us between.
still the meaning of my life
is ever as your wife
death can't part
the heart that is true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem