I was the illumination that embraced your presence
Who blinded my own sight for earth bound reality
I was the sound of trust that whispered into your soul
and had kept you from walking away from me
I was the cold that iced your burning treachery
and brought down the wall where it was worshipped
I was the knife that struck your caged heart
and released all hopes from their frightful keep
I was the field that stretched upon your memories
who emptied the space where love should have been
I was the mist that clouds your sunset eyes
And I fell, hopelessly running down your arctic skin
Until I fell no more, and it was meant to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem