I don't know,
My heart likes you.
I search for the answer.
So I set out.
I run to the shore,
and watch the sea of waves;
I hear but the sound of the waves.
I travel on the plains,
and meet the mountains;
But they speak nothing.
I then traverse across the horizon.,
and meet the stars;
But they emit light waves.
Laden with anxiety,
I speak unto the rain;
It just drenches me.
I speak unto the snow;
It just freezes me.
I speak unto the wind;
It just embraces me.
I speak unto the sun;
It just scorches me.
YET, I continue my expedition
with perseverance to seek the answer,
why heart likes; you.
I dwell in solitude
to seek the answer.
I hear a voice:
'Ask you inspiration.'
I ask my poetry;
But it says, it dwells on inspiration.
I ask myself:
'Who's my inspiration? '
Yes, YOU'RE the wings of my Poetry.
I let my poetry speak unto you.
My heart longs for the answer,
And the answer is with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem