A bunch of whispered letters,
enough to spell your name,
I stare into your moon lit eyes in hopes that they'd dispell my pain forth-right,
for my hearts unseen to the unangelic so you must be my relic,
to see your face takes me to this perfect place,
where I could have my hearts content... but for now i can look up to the stars,
and see your face from afar for in that time I feel myself in your loving arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem