I have no encompassing dealership with emotions of these
So much of the distractions self built to attempt to appease
Hearing your longing tonality haunting my heard envisage
Forever in the depths of this cordial and unfelt idealistic age
Your face with alluring eyes that destroy the accordance
To dream in such peace but your memory so to enhance
The fantasy I still yearn and the embrace I still feel in lust
Should I taste you again in a kiss of mortality so unjust?
So much of the endured agony in such few words you spoke
The enflaming of this heartfelt accordance you sullenly stoke
Yet I am forever the forgotten enigma of a faith long dead
Prominence in forgotten steps that loneliness shall tread
Selfless adoration lost and exorcised in such timelessness
Distempered and merged to living breath of such passiveness
That this anger is resolved by fantasy of the longing that remains
To witness and feel your body again in my best kept nightmare
Only such as it is when I awaken alone without your skin
To bequeath the soft embrace and longing to seek within
A place of your body, of your garden, I long to walk in again
Longing to forget yet effortless these attempts are slain
You were the truest of all my loves I have felt of conquests
From your silk of your kiss, your warmth to your breasts
Yet for the fortune of yourself in such fewest words allude
I am cut and forever to die in this bleeding of immortal solitude
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem