I fear
Now I fear to touch the old diary
That you gave me on my birthday
The pages of it know
How deep my feeling is
How much adoration
A heart can offer
A vast span like the sky
Our sublime love is spread there
But I fear
To be hurt
And like a deep addicted man
Again ruminate the old
With broken heart
Now I fear to touch the pen
That you gave me on my birthday
It's ink is much familiar to me
It's smoothness is as salty as tears
That flows in remembrance
In conflict of past and now
It reminds a few eternal lines
Full of pain and sorrow
That has been blowing
Like a flute-crying
I don't want the returns of that day
I don't want to read that poem
I don't want to write with that pen
But I never want to leave them
At all, at all, at all.
Now I fear to touch the old diary That you gave me on my birthday The pages of it know How deep my feeling is How much adoration A heart can offer - -A poignant write about a broken heart that has been so full of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
after all this is fear of happiness this is sigh of happy days this is tears of happiest previous moment on the soft heart of souvenir..../// enjoyed I