Sometimes, I hunt for the depth of your eyes.
To think that just now I know
what I thought I had known for years.
It magnetizes inside of me;
conforms together with my free-will and typeless judgments,
and I am left without a clear view of the actuality of it all.
I don't know how you define yourself,
or if you're capable of characterizing yourself into a solitary phrase.
I'm not sure if you've given yourself any insight on the you that I see,
but I know exactly what you are to me.
There is an exploded bulb of light inside you.
I am drawn to it; intrigued by it.
It shines through you and onto me.
You provide a warmth that even the winter months could not steal from me.
There are times that I might overthink you...
I could make an evaluation out of a simple smile,
but I am looking for answers that you can't vocalize, so
sometimes I look for the depth in your eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem