I'm breathing but
The air pollutes my lips
For even it's innocent taste
Cannot compare to your kiss
And the sun, it burns
Crisps my skin from above
But the warmth of him around me
Is by far just enough
The sky is blue but
It's color can never compare
To the drunkening brandy
Color that twinkles so rare
So I am left to suffer
Nature's best attempt
But if it is not you
Then it is of ill content.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem