Strange feeling is taking over my whole body and heart
Am I dying? Or my life is, just about to start
Never read about it in science, literature or any type of art
I tried to describe it, but I didn’t know the point of the depart
I asked the philosophers, but they said: “it’s not about being smart”
Doctors apologized: “sorry, we’ve been busy with the shell not the core of the heart”
I’m not complaining or want it to end. I just want to know how did it start! ?
Psychologists are trying, but none of them can reach this part
We don’t die of a stroke, but when we loose the feelings in our heart
If the blood feed our body, love is the cure to our heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem