You my radiance;
My sense, lighting up
My whole space,
Though you look
Impassive and so still,
I now suspect,
You are not that all,
As I am enamoured of you,
So no doubt you of me,
And I suspect something
In me terrible and fierce,
Forcing out to explode
My pent-up emotions,
That I dare not tell you,
In words and not even
In my poems made of you,
Oh, my love, break silence,
And say something that,
My heart longing to hear you......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem