them there eyes,
that had me blind,
those tender, loving eyes.
With empty bottles I fed, and
nutured,
these thought in
my head.
You
whispered radiance
in one,
soft sentence,
and there lay my defeat, mi amour.
My defeat- brown eyes.
Adoring king,
you lost me in that thousand mile sea.
You could have never known
that distant speech,
where hearts ache and tremble, slowly
So slow.
Enough to make a heartbeat think to constantly stop
in challenge.
My defeat-brown eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write, great flow.I oved the last stanza.