Crystal Tears
ask the fairies what is the name
of this
You hear my whisper
shy and sweet in your heart
An image caressing you from
whitin
Though you never held my hands
and
I really would take your soul in mine
just to feel - how it feels -
A secret love
constantly renewed in my mind
and constantly failed to become true.
As the flames of your sacred
heart already scortched
in other faces
resembling the face of Love itself
Yours
carrying my dreams to heaven
leaving dried cloves on my empty palms
while the wind screams your name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem