How could she live
knowing I suffer the pangs
of unspoken words like
flower in the bossom of the night.
This dream of mine
is like a rock within the sea.
How could she live knowing
how hard I hide my feelings.
Her presence banish
my groomed thought
Into the empty cloud
and starless sky.
Her gaze, her gaze
would make my heart race
Like the sight of Emere
in a trance...
I wish this feelings is
fagile like the life of Abiku
then I would gladly endure
still it autumn away.
But it is growing stronger
Like the day towards the night
How could she live knowing
am finding it hard to tell her
Will she endure my unexpressed
Feelings like buddha' disciple
would endure 500 hundred
years of wind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heart race- another name of love..