The breeze moves slowly, gently
A cooling touch it leaves behind
On the body, chilling even the marrow
But, the burning within – what
Can stop my blood rushing
Other than your hand holding mine,
How can the fever in my vein reduce?
Unless you take me in your arms.
What wind can put out the fire?
Burning for you in my heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you throw a burning charcol into my soul........ love is like that hot coal sunk beneath ashes....... it will never extingush until the day we leave...........