If meeting with you
Was just an unfortunate touch of luck,
Let me ever feel
That I miss your presence for good.
Till deaths do us part, let me feel
That you are in the air I breath,
A voice I whisper, a tongue that speaks,
Inside of me, safe forevermore!
Let me ever feel you being on
The aisle of my life
Watched over by the perpetual spirit,
Now, and always!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem