My heart beats for you
My body moves too
The rhythm of life
This damn strife
And the way it returns
Oh how it burns
Your touch is as salve
But one I can never have
To hold you one last time
Would make anything rhyme
The wind rushes by
I must wonder why
Must I feel the way that I do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It didn't really flow quite right and some parts didn't really seem to fit in all that great, but I still got the meaning and the feeling of it. Good job!