I know not that for which I yearn
But know my life is incomplete,
At night I lie and toss and turn
But always I meet with defeat.
Sometimes my heart will miss a beat.
I know not that for which I yearn
A malady I cannot treat
Sometimes it goes but will return.
Perhaps in due course I will learn
What I must know to be complete.
I know not that for which I yearn
Until I know I can’t compete.
So like an echo I repeat
What must I do to earn
full forgiveness for my deceit
I know not that for which I yearn.
1-Jul-08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It will always come and go, this unmet need you've grown to know 'Tis a malady in us inbred, this unmet need cannot be fed! *10*! ! Great read Ivor! Friend Thad