I lock you away from the glare of the sun.
I lock you away from the battering of the rain.
I lock you away out of neither pleasure nor despise.
I lock you away not to hasten faith’s demise.
I lock you away, my precious belonging,
So, you remain untouched by filth and poison.
I know I cannot be myself without you,
For your every beat is all that seems to be true,
But, my beloved, with the demons around it is for the best,
To stage an illusion that you have been put to rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem