Thou art that which completeth me,
My warmth in the cold, my breeze in the heat,
The drum that composes my very heart beat.
My soul that lives outside of me,
The whispering leaves of my spirit’s tree.
Thou art the words my pen never signed.
Thou art the part of me I never thought I would find.
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful expression of love with it's fulfillment.. loved it You ma read my poem My morning bud of rose