If I'd stolen you a kiss,
would you let me keep it
or would you steal it back?
If my heart were yours already,
would you take it for granted
or replace with yours its lack?
And if I'd chased your sleep away,
would you dare to dream eyes open
and within dream dare me to stay?
Because I dream. I dream so much!
I dream your whisper and your touch.
And in my dreams I steal. I steal a lot.
Wish I could stop, but I cannot.
Then I'm awakening where we start:
You have them both. I have no heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem