What hath made thee veil thy presence?
My heart paces and breaks apart.
I see clouds veil the light of the day,
The flower of love seems sob sans fragrance.
What hath made me weep in thy absence?
My heart perceives thy face of grace.
Thou hast stolen my heart of love,
And I fear thou hast denied my melodies.
Can you hear my song of gloom sans thee?
Yet I know thou hast thy own way of life;
Yet my heart searcheth for thee in tears
Laden with pain struck deep in my inward eye.
I seek thee across my pathways but thou art nowhere,
So my heart doth speak unto thee with my poetry
Can you hear my song of longing for thee?
Speak unto me a word and my heart shall rest in solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem