I put into the envelope the radiant light of my eyes,
The pure crystal of an open soul, a timid hope's gleam,
The raspberry fragrance of lips and my sunny smiles,
Sent it all by express delivery in a feelings' stream.
I share my postal address with trepidation,
So that someone dear could write to me sincere greetings,
Filling my lonely life with a new connotation,
And tell each other our heartfelt secrets during meetings.
But postman returned the letter with downcast sad eyes -
In the deserted city he didn't find a charming dream.
'Write to the one who is waiting' - just gave me advice.
However, I am waiting for a message only from Him...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem