love, I look so lost
with my eyes full
waiting here for you.
I can tell you now, but couldn't before...
you carry my fate in your pocket.
It goes to the soul of everything I am.
Hold it close, guarding it with your love
I'll need it back eventually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, especially the last line. Resigned to reality even while pleading that lov be endless. Excellent, Gershon