Irrelevant,
Levitating gravitational light,
Diminishing the hope;
Of love.
Unburdened not,
By the hearts content,
Or the flow of the river,
Through my woeful eyes.
Sweet love,
In longing for your touch,
I repeatedly resolve,
In continuous death.
This is the second time,
The first not much to differ,
Once in every 2 days,
The same thoughts come back;
Without notice they arrive.
And what shall I do
Longing for your touch,
I shall die,
I shall die.
I adore it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweetly written- Sweet love, In longing for your touch, I repeatedly resolve, In continuous death.// beautiful poetic expression