Like a child, I follow you
Without sense or restraint
Mad with love
And close to death
As a mountain feeds the sea
I exist by your touch
My love, you are the sun
And the gentle sacred earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chris, I believe you've the talent to be (if not already!) a good lyricist....for love songs. That way, you can reach a wider audience...and more fans. Cheers. Subroto