I'm not your wife, dear Daniel, excuse me.
and not because I was unsatisfied
(cause marriage makes any desire die) -
but just because I'm married - to the Sky.
There are just few such pure angels
indifferent to their earthly life,
who met their love in heaven's first met strangers
but then became dependent on that love!
I want to hide this love from all the people,
and not because of shame - because of Light.
I want to be the Moon near the bigger,
much bigger Sun, but here I cannot find.
It doesn't make me sad, just bored forever.
and what I say - a few will understand.
The presence of that world is here already -
in my kind deeds and in Saint Ioann's eyes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem