When darkness is what I see from the closet of my lids
Is when I see him most vividly
I listen as it pounds loudly from the depths of my ribs
Performing eloquent rhymes of love exquisitely
Its not until the sun goes down that he illuminates my thoughts with creations of wonder
Yet, "Where for art thou? ' I ask, being my ultimate blunder
Accelerate time to promptly rescue my brittle heart
From pain and neglect that only keeps us apart
In my mind I cannot help but dwell
The way you steal my inhalation before it is expelled
Instills your existence is not my imagination
It's the mystery of your identity that fills me with indignation
For it is known that you're unknown exists
Complementing qualifying features of my lists
Life lives on but when will order find chronology?
Patience is a virtue, it's always been my philosophy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem