Her beauty is so it creeps into dreams
taking breath night and day.
She disappoints me still,
but I adapt myself to it.
Letting go of the rubbish
Of days gone by.
As the solidity of my heart
Never wavers it feelings.
It is the overlord
Of the mind and soul.
Clearly the mind guards
And the soul searches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem