Should I call you an angel or soul-winner?
For feeling the breeze of your breath-air
Hushing warmly through my cold soul-
Your thumping chest will become my tomb-
Where the rest of my life'll be spent
As I'll have my heart drown in your love's sea
My life, my dreams and my goals will be yours
And yours will be mine,
For we'll share breaths and breadth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem