This languid heart that feared to face the day
Is sobered by the swiftness of your love-
Such brisk, delightful movements on display
For all the world to see; but only I
Can draw you close to feel the pulsing flow
Of sweet determination for the tasks
That once gave pause, but now hold little threat
With you beside me marching to the fray.
Each day awakens to the truth that I
Am not alone in this celestial brawl
That threatens all of life- the fore and aft
Of our existence- things that are and known.
And yet there’s more, but who can hope to find
With borrowed compass- broken, unreturned.
One truth I cling to, and will not let go-
My languid heart knows nothing more than this:
If you should stop the movements of your love,
The brisk display of pleasure in my being,
This languid heart would know not else to do
Than stop as well and beat no more for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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