I turn to my east and see you in my west.
The same old rainy scenario.
I made the perfect song for you.
But i couldnt sing it.
Infinity in a dropp of ink.
Into your eyes i long to be lost and never found.
I made the perfect drawing of you.
But i lost it in the ground.
I whispered the most beautiful verse.
But the wind stole it.
I remembered your smile and lost my mind.
Something that only your heart can find.
My own soul taken away from me to you.
My lost verse found but you ask who.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem