The soul that doth shower in the rain of despair
I long to reach as I reach for the air
I could not clasp thee
But breathe thee I could with my heart.
No mortal eyes worthy to behold
The beauty of thy soul;
I could not see thee
But feel thee I could
As I feel the air consuming me…
Breathing me into you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem