do they see or believe,
understand or concieve of,
the things i dream of.
can they understand let alone believe?
I burn with passion my love,
and its stronger unrequited,
the dreams come from above,
the lust remains unquieted.
move me love, as you pass me.
you will not know how you inspire me.
my heart as bountiful as the flower vase,
my soul is the universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem