I wish I could describe,
How you make me feel alive,
In the Winter of my soul,
Your my Summer, Spring and Fall,
When I see you, I walk tall,
Towards the River of my dreams,
Where the flow of love, it seems,
Hears my melancholy call.
Yet you know me, not at all,
And forever it shall be,
That the Love I have for you,
You will Never have for me...
Aprendi com as Primaveras a me deixar cortar para poder voltar sempre inteira. Cecília Meireles trad.: I learned from the springs to let me cut to be able to always come back whole. Maybe it help you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can definitely relate to this one. I wish I could write more poetically like this. maybe someday good one