Every glass of wine is now spiked with your excess,
Every breath of air is perfumed with your sighs,
Every night filled with eyes as I undress,
The book of life just answers your whys.
Oh tell me please if you know where we are going,
Oh tell me please just what seeds we are sowing,
Oh tell me please if you know more than I,
Who put just one bright star in my sky?
Oh tell me please why my tears will not stop flowing,
Oh tell me please if I am only a toy,
Oh tell me please, my fantasy's growing,
And my heart's filled to bursting with joy.
Every image of yours deep and clear just thrills me,
Every wave that buoys me up in your sea,
Every sky clear except for Noah's dove,
And you long to know if I'm your love? ? ?
dear friend, i think, it is too much for me 'if the book of life can answer someone's every question'. very nice poem dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Muhammed Ali for you comment: I take your point and will think about it. My intention was to elevate her to the status of not just every woman, but every person, to emphasize her soul's importance to the creator. The reality, as I see it, is that Christ actually died just for me (which does not mean that He didn't die just for you as well) . In my understanding if the whole universe was saved except for me, Christ would still go to the cross just for my one soul. If you have any suggestions for making my intent more clear, I would gladly entertain them. Thanks again!