dearest of my heart
my second half of the apple -
so what, if prohibited...?
I have cried
rivers of tears
oceans of despair
cold like the air
of a lonely dawn...
beloved! canst thou see
my great desolation
the amount of my love
canst thou perceive...?
if so, speak a word
let not my ears
meet with silence of the grave -
thy soul I crave...
thy charming ways
are my truest obsession!
thy guitar's otherworldly sound
my spirit doeth annihilate
and the glow of thine eyes
freezeth me to death -
oh, why must I know thee late
to share thy loving
and in thine arms give away last breath...!
woe! who loveth without hope -
whose days and nights have melted
into one mournful entity
who cometh and who goeth
without staying long in any place -
at mercy of her cruel fate...
[23/10/2013]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem