Only God knows how much I am missing you..
And so,
he'll end this yearning soon.
The tears count the time,
the thoughts count the pain,
The eyes count the memories of you,
The heart tries to find you in the moon..
Only God knows how much it hurts,
And hope soon,
He'll make me meet my love....
Nicely written poem. Can hear and feel the longing and hope in the poets words.
Percy Bysshe Shelley.1792–1822 618. Music, when Soft Voices die MUSIC, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, 5 Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How the heart hurts when the loved one is absent. I think a loved one becomes part of our soul and we feel it so strongly when we are missing part of our soul. A heartfelt poem - I can feel your pain.