My love, I have searched through eternity for a face to superimpose, but I find none.
I have walked the distance and cocooned myself to an object,
But this only spurs me to you
Hearing your sweet savoring voice, call me into the depths
Oh, how I curse the shrouds of the night, waiting to feel your touch
My love, your spellbinding gaze of perfection is second to none
For the rivers of passions bear me witness.
If falling I am, if fallen I have
I have fallen in love with you, only to be awaken
Lo and behold it is a dream and you are only but a figment of my imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem