Once, sleep came so easily.
You opened my eyes, and now they refuse to shut,
Because they search for yours.
I know I leave you restless,
And I am sorry. Let those silent, stolen hours
Be mine, so I can have some part of you.
I will indulge my insomnia,
And I know you will not sleep,
Until my eyes close with yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem