Our meeting was a secret
At the same time never met
You heard me sing
I heard you talk
We loved rain both
But I never saw
What's in your eyes
And I guessed
They must be stars
For your voice is like
A velvet night
With a softly shining light
I long to find the sparkle
And it pains to fear the fact
The lonely truth about my poem
Which is a song of hurt
In silence then and secretly
I will proclaim my praise
Of beauty love and longing
For a forbidden grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The lonely truth about my poem Which is a song of hurt well-written.