My finger tips
Don’t want to touch
Even the softest flower
For once they had touched
Your lips tender
My eyes
Don’t want to behold
Even the heavenly sight
For once they seen
Your forehead bright
My eyelids
Don’t want to be opened
Even for the immortal life
For once they had held
Your dream emerald
My heart beats
Don’t want to go on
Even a moment anymore
For now it can’t feel
Your heartbeats in its core
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem