With an air of Mystery,
Read me, feel me,
In the last white cloud of daylight's dying,
Let this form of love transmit itself to you,
In all ways of passion and plenitude,
Unexpressed feelings,
Too deep for words to conquer,
But that in some way
Will reach you, nonetheless
As I use the Moon as messenger,
Of this, most intimate, invisible caress.
This poem is so very beautiful. I can't find even one line that doesn't truly move me. Unconditional love is so rare. But when found...heaven on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unconditionaly. Rare but not nul. Thanks