Now I am soaked in tears,
For long neglecting you,
Though you spy me in fear
Thinking I will break loose.
I’ve been deaf to your calls,
And blind to your gestures,
But I still need you more
Yes! Now and the future.
Come to me oh my muse!
The feather is ready,
Don’t this my call refuse
And bring lovely poetry.
Each day I think of you,
How you graced my letters,
Why would I make a move?
That will us separate?
I’ve just been around,
And don’t mean to you, shun.
Come, let’s whirl the world round
And let’s this silence adjourn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wooow... This is beauuuutiful, soo catchy and lovely. This poem comes with the feeling of love and hope. Excellent diction. You've done well my friend. God bless you. I love it