How can my love contain any deceit
When I only feel his in my heartbeats?
Why do I have to manipulate
When in trials my heart's inflamed
With this love unquenched, untamed,
The love which spans over a vast ocean
To be made complete by the God-man?
The love described in thousand poems,
Only becomes stronger and relentless.
This love is mine, thus, can only felt by me,
And him whom my love is offered to.
My love, everything I see is you,
As you have colored my love.
Through love my world is rhythmic
To your heartbeats, your music.
Harmonize my emotions into yours,
For I can only breathe each minute, each hour,
In your essence, your fragrance, your presence.
What more can heaven be like than you in me?
What more would divine Love aspire me to be
Besides this grand endless symphony?
The symphony conducted by the Maker of Universe.
Don Nguyen
10-11-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you, David. ..............