Pressing down the heart still brings
A perishing to clinch the means
And hold a place so close and dear
And paramount to evil here
My Paramour, my premature
In which the soul still lingers
To where my mind beleaguers
Still euphoria mingled within
Melancholy twixt the wind
As it sighs and holds against me
And fills this mouth with envy
That I could see that dream ensue
To witness the future true
And covet the years to come
With feral and unequaled zeal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good. u can read some of my poems to, tho after reading urs im sure theyre not as well written haha good job