If I knew how to love
I could only love you
My soul left fluttering
Amiss and demented
Reformed and alive
Upon your return
Never appreciating the joy and happiness
That floored me
Gazing into the copper pools
Of your eyes
And i am thankful
Passionate and intense
It's good to feel
Even if it's torture
Your skin
Your hair
The molecules of your being
Need not fear
For I do not
Know how to love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its purely about love. Flow of this poem is good.