You have come to me,
As a friend-
But never come to me,
As my heart.
You should not touch my hand,
In the dark thunder night.
I should not see your face
In my raining day.
Many times you have come
In my life.
But never come to me as my love.
You have bloom in the world
As a flower many time.
You have rise in my sky
Many mornings……
But I never should feel you,
In my earth.
You are totally out of my touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem