Ask me where am going I will not
tell you
Love lifted me like air to a balloon
I have been planting austerities
Sowing vanity on sumptuous fields
Watering them all the sweat that I spill
That there they could not withered be
It was the heart of all under my flesh
Falling among the fingers of her breast
And you rescued me my heroin
to the end
I will follow you much as night follows the day
Your love lifts me to greater heights
Filling every desire I have had for my life
Am yours like the clouds belong to the sky
Am yours like the tears belong to the eyes
Ask me where am going I will not
tell you
Love lifted me like air to a balloon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Kampanje. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks