She is ever before me
Like the sky
Yet I cannot tell her how I feel
Is this not suffering
Is this not pain?
I die everyday
From the fire of desire
From the sting of unspoken words
Is this not suffering
Is this not pain?
I will lay beside thoughts
Like the scholars of old.
and pen them down to easy my soul
Is this not suffering
Is this not pain?
I die everyday From the fire of desire From the sting of unspoken words Is this not suffering Is this not pain? longing, desire, passion, love .. thank u. Tony
Climb the mountain......swim the ocean......trek the distance.......just break the fear barrier, , , , ,
'She is ever before me Like the sky Yet I cannot tell her how I feel Is this not suffering Is this not pain? ' beautiful, when words will not come say it with flowers cholates jewellery, whatever she likes, or write feelings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How intreguing! There is an impediment I guess. Let no man put asunder, perhaps?