Author's Note: 5 AM greasy spoon cafe writing. I feel like such a real writer now!
I hear the thunder roll,
Echoing in my heart,
I feel it pulse in my chest,
Endlessly reverberating,
Building into a crescendo,
Until the fury pours forth,
A flood, torrent, overflow,
The rage, the joy, the love,
The pain, and other emotion.
So I hear the thunder roll,
Echoing in my heart,
Answered only by you,
And your heart in turn,
Singing right back to me,
Crescendo with me love,
Let the flood waters come!
Love has never felt like this,
And never will again, dearest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem