an inspiration covers a sense,
and bares another...
and the emotion is sailing,
in a boat of longing...
and the yearning is increasing,
with every step to you...
A counting for the miles and you are too close to me,
the rushing in your love...
is a madness my heart adores it,
my lady your love is a worship...
my heart knows its curvatures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem