If you are created for love
I am the love itself
I am the soul of night
And where is the night?
The night is in your eyes
And you are shores of love
And where is the platonic love?
Open your heart pages
To write all my tales
And let branches, flowers, and birds and the autumn winds write
Your heart is similar to the sea
And I am sailing over broken fishing boat
Are you afraid of sailing?
What is the evidence of love?
When you say I love you
Are they just words?
Or hidden sensations
All that is there in the universe
Is mere hidden sensations
And hidden expressions
So who despises dreams?
And who doesn't care about the days?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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