And here again I silently weep
My pillow hearing my muffled cries
You see me of love, laughter & pride
But hollow i am, staring blankly at skies
Everything i give day and night
All i need is the old love reborn
Longing for you, counting the ticks
Looking at door latches to click
Your body is tired my mind is weary
We go on about our usual chore
Escaping glances, idling with time
Waiting for the old spark and more
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I would like to translate this poem
My pillow hearing my muffled cries Waiting for the old spark and more.....kindling and rekindling the fire of love in us and in between...very fine thought you are giving u s dear poet. thanku. tony