A sadness, a longing echo in the dark,
To ease the pain, wipe away the tears,
A desire, for closeness raw and stark,
It makes me forget my own fears.
A melancholy mingles with her smile,
Yet the fire of passion burns,
For that smile I can walk a thousand mile,
I realise sadly as she turns.
Then again she turns back, caught up as she is,
Between moving on, and the mighty call of the past,
I wonder just exactly what it is,
In those eyes that makes my heart beat so fast.
She stands there, regally beautiful,
The bewitching power of innocence
Sparkles in those eyes, deep and wonderful,
And with my powerlessness comes the acceptance…
That even though madness lurks, stalking its prey,
If I delve deeper into the mysterious ocean,
Of those eyes.. I can’t help but obey,
Their call, and I abandon all caution.
For they are a maelstrom, a chaotic churn,
Majestic in all their splendour,
It is but the hopeful urn,
The birth-place of all wonder.
And they hold such a power over me,
Her single glance makes my heart sway,
Like the gale rocks the rake thin tree,
In its depths, I’ve lost my way.
But I grasp not whence this power comes from,
Nor where this dance leads,
Like a joyous puppy my heart jumps,
My wondrous joy it feeds.
And I know utter helplessness,
As I drown in those eyes deep,
But I also know fearlessness,
For it is of faith that I take a leap….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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