A breath I heard...was it yours or mine?
I was ready to run away.
Frightening it was...that confession of love,
But love begged me to stay.
The sun didn't shine in that room with us.
So we laid in dark; ears straining.
I waited for you to quicken me
With reasons for remaining.
Finally, you breathed so my ears could hear
And said you had to know-
That through a quake or wind or hell-
Would, with you, I go.
And where was my mind to scold my heart! ? -
To give a 'no' to you.
How far we've gone, I do not know,
But to nowhere, anywhere...with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem