What can I call her
Bliss or reason for solitude
A feeling to feel high
A feeling to feel avoided
Proximity to you, if blessed with
Satisfies… like achieving the unachievable
Minutes of separation from your blessedness
Lowers me to a pit of unblessedness
I hoping one thing to accomplish
To meet you eye to eye
Even if only for a while
Would be a memory to cherish
My hope
My reason to go on
My reason to see tomorrow
Is the hope of togetherness
Dreaming…
To turn the dream into reality
I need only one thing
That noble touch of yours!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem