You left me with knowledge of oneself, and yet I feel
lost, to hear your name, breath your essence and
still not to know your presence, I'm told I am in
your image down to the sly corner smile on my face.
And yet, your eyes, your passion, your touch all have
been displaced, I ask to know you and be told your
many tales, And so I see the joy in the deliverer,
the void in my heart swells, I feel your energy so I
know from you there's me, but to see you, to hold you
Heaven or Hell has that boundary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem