What is this that I feel inside;
after everything has died;
something stirs inside.
It was you who brought this feeling,
causing the frozen heart in my chest
to start beating;
making the tears from my eyes
stop streaming.
Something stirs inside.
You haunt my thoughts every second,
every hour of every day.
My nightmares turn into sweet dreams;
and all I see is you, never going away.
And still, something stirs inside.
Is it wrong to want you for myself?
Never share you,
keep you on the shelf,
with me, where I have spent my entire existance.
Now awake, no longer do I slumber;
something stirs inside;
screaming out your name,
I cannot keep these feelings tame
something stirs inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem