Hear me, oh dear love of mine,
when a sudden lull grips your mind,
look for me in the distant times,
where the morning sun seldom shines.
When the lights grow,
I'll seize to show,
but when you're stuck,
between a yes or no,
remember that I'm always there,
as a temporary place
for your heart to rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem