Something dwells in my soul as a fervent passion
You still invade my thoughts in an incessant fashion
And everytime I perceive my desires, I MISS YOU
Reasons and more trigger me to move on
But tremors in my mind are not so gone
And everytime I reckon your essence, I MISS YOU
Ungrounded fears of losing you creep up, now and then
I don’t possess you, so it sounds insane
And everytime I unfold your enigma, I MISS YOU
Hopes are perishing away but you abide
Naked truth of loving you is shaping-up inside
And everytime I realize you are missing, I MISS YOU
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem and the amount of detail... Keep Writing.. -Mare