when loneliness shall find your heart
and days repeat on your mind
i shall caress you with ease
when the pain ain't benign
when you shall find yourself in the crowd
and never does you name summoned
when your hearing wish for a whisper
of sweet names that tell your ethos
i'll be there
when you shall eager for bliss
in days of mourn and lament
i shall blow your wounds
when pity is not on your side
i shall be there when again
you find a rainbow in your paintings
when the smile on your face rise
i shall be there to your days
When you find no bliss to miss
And you walk but still you hearse
Make me your history
For when tomorrow comes I’ll be your mystery
When fear overcrowd your mind
I’ll be there to miss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem