You have the glowing face of the moon, an old poet praised.
For me, you are the far side I have never seen.
Your silence is the ominous quiescence before an explosion.
Your terse letters are the inharmonious lines I fail to rhyme with.
You are a cyclone that swirls my thoughts around.
Your sigh has a maelstrom of emotions.
You are my last night's dream I have no recall of.
Your heart is a planet I yearn to land upon.
Your eyes are the two poles of a magnet.
You are the harbor my ships hallucinate.
You are the frightening silence amidst my song of lament.
You are but the queen who never sat on my throne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem