The scent of you
Is all i'm left with
Still reminds me of you
If i could write an ode to you
It would not mean a thing
The essence of you
Is all my mind's with
Still crazy about you
If i could write a song for you
It would not mean a thing
The dream of you
Is all i sleep with
Still holds me to you
If i could knit a scarf for you
It would not bind a thing
The shadow of you
Is all i walk with
Still binds me with you
If i could build a boat for you
It would not sail a thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so much beautiful thoughts of the poet and poem is nice.