Your beauty shines right throw my eyes
My lungs are filled with air
Yet I can't breathe.
It is with utmost joy that I can't!
Nature carries me to a place Between you and me,
It is beyond imagination.
I ache to write about it
But I am no writer to think up!
Yesterday I thought I should flee
From you, and never meeting again;
Carrying your painting Would hurt the least,
But am beyond your reach now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem