The wind whispered his name
across the leaves of fall,
I shook inside my frame,
and couldn't think at all.
I tried to put him from my mind,
and focus on my work.
But as I tried I did find,
In the shadows of my mind he'd lurk.
I find he's in every thought,
I can't focus any more
In his snare, I'm caught.
It's him that I adore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem