Imagine on a stormy night, I put my whimsical reveries on a silver screen.
The reel would roll and I would implore you to lean.
Perhaps all my whispers, my untold words―
Lost in the wind.
Imagine in a neverland, you are eternally in love with me.
And then the wandering thoughts would haunt you, set you free.
Perhaps all my caress, my blatant sighs―
Hidden beneath the lid.
Love is an existence; rigorous indeed.
Sweet, delirious and disguised; in need.
Imagine there is no masquerade, no veil between you and me, lady
As I have too many empty frames, in my life already.
Oh, I miss the times when we used to play Russian roulette
I wish you realized, I am too, tired of living in silhouette.
Love is an extinction; intoxicating indeed-
Massacre, rouge and plunder; in plead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.