Oh, Messenger of mine,
From the depths of sorrow and pain,
You've emptied my soul, made it barren and vain,
Left me to wander, lost in the rain.
In the heat of battles untold,
My heart yearns for your embrace,
As the night sets, my soul grows cold,
And my mind is filled with your grace.
The echoes of our past still linger,
In the whispers of winds that roam,
My heart aches with the pain they bring her,
And my soul longs for you alone.
The future is yet to be seen,
But I trust in your guiding hand,
With you by my side, my heart is serene,
In your embrace, I am a happy man.
Your words are a balm to my weary soul,
How I long to feel your touch,
For in your presence, I am whole,
And in your love, I find solace so much.
Oh, how I've missed your tender gaze,
The warmth of your embrace so divine,
For in your love, I find peace and grace,
And in your arms, I am forever thine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem