With outreach hands we spread them
mutually but a solitary caress can never
be felt inch to inch.
Staring closely but blinded with distance,
even a peek of each others shadows we
could no more than hunger.
With these arms of mine I can embrace
you tenderly at dawn; with those arms of
yours you could cleave to my quavering
bones from this chilling hour.
You can tell me I love you from time to
time and I can answer you with ditto every
second of our imperceptible nearness.
Invisible nearness, invisible time, invisible
caresses, invisible words of I love you….
Not now, we can only sigh… and end all
invisible words of I love you with
“I’ll see you in next life maybe.”
agian awesome poem. kinda describe some of my life >.< but great peom! Poet In Pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No words to say No words to hear You know better than me What do I want to say I know better than you What do you want to say. Thanks dear Catty. More than 10