If that morning would be my ideal incredible readiness,
In a forgotten time of the tellurium and most desirable land,
Your certain love would come to utter my vivid happiness-
Kissing closed eyelids, caressing them with your tender hand.
We would wait for the mercy of our dearest Lord Christ Jesus,
Who quintessentially has freed us from our sins by his blood,
Purifying incessantly our souls by our obedience to the truth,
Greeting one another so deeply with the kiss of our love.
I would still be sleepy and I would be like a squatting deer.
The Twilight unequivocal zone would be in its dim lighting resilience
Always tossing in between these two worlds of virtual and real,
While His love would fulfill fascinatingly our benevolent radiance.
Your soul would penetrate totally my soul with your embrace.
The intangible feelings would turn into tangible unequivocal shivers.
The old world changing in the new world of whispers would yield place
To be enlightened by our divinity that these new love discovered.
Waking up with our ideas as enclosed beneath the souls entwined,
Metamorphosing both of us and melting our inexpressible sorrow,
We would awake for forgiveness while our souls would be absolved.
I would know how deep is your love. I would have hope for tomorrow.
When our Shining Sunbird into the horizon would fly and disappear
And the sun would rise by reflecting a thousand colors in the water,
By pervading a realm from our Empyrean dreams to dry the tear,
I would understand that if you're no longer alive, it does not matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem