If You ….
If you was,
A crescent moon,
On the lap of the sun,
My love embedded,
As earth quake flings.
I put in your ears azure rings,
On your lips coral winks.
You were if, I claim,
The standstill damsel,
Where gallant time counts no access,
I granited my passage,
And made the unconscious home.
If you be of no difference,
I grew with you,
I could earn the triumphant victory,
And never descry as an waif,
If you were more than remedy,
Surely I dejected the Nature,
And would have left the sense,
Of eye and ear.
If your lease was not in abstract exile,
I cared not to drive my vehicle,
And minded not to gear the light-years,
Ah! If no ‘if’ did intervene,
I had no means to wean,
No anguish to quench,
No life to have a life to look forward,
I would have missed the joy of your ionized art!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If You, -evolves as an intended poem. It awakes as an immediate.It is a broken line, that links before the time and after the time.