I haven’t told anyone about you.
They must have seen you dancing in my eyes,
must have heard your faraway songs,
still lingering in my ears, and felt
the incandescent kisses burning
on my lips. I only told the ocean
when we met it together,
so close and yet so far apart, you and I,
watching love from opposite shores.
The ocean wept upon hearing my story,
for it knows what it feels like
to be banished from the land
the way my lips are banned from your body.
Now I can only pray for the tide of your passion
to come unexpectedly and wash away
the anguish or consume it with me:
my waves keep coming back to you
to carve into the sand of your feet
the only story my memory ever knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful love poem. this should have a great ending as i see both pining for each other in a very emotional way. The ocean wept upon hearing my story, : nicely written. cannot measure the tears of love and craving. my waves keep coming back to you to carve into the sand of your feet: beautiful lines