My heaven is my fireplace
at which my heart will burn
my soul is never at its ease
and love has yet to learn.
That my eyes are always pleading,
to see you one last time
and all my scars keep bleeding,
as I burn for my last climb.
And I never reach the top
for even if I do,
my heart is always burning
bleeding just for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem. It flows very well and I can relate to it...you're really talented. And wow, you were born in 1992? So you're 14! Wow, that's really impressive!