What is this that the thought of you makes me smile, like a child who gets a long desired present?
What is this that makes me twist your name over and over again in my head, whirling me among the clouds?
What is this that makes me speak to myself like a mystified believer in ecstasy?
What is this that has taken away my serenity in my sleep?
What is this that makes the thought of you to be the last before I go to sleep and the first when I open my eyes?
What is this that makes me look at the flowers around me and believe they are smiling at me?
What is this that when I close my eyes I feel your aura right next to me although I know you are so far away?
What is this that makes me want to hug everyone in the street with boundless joy?
What is this that every time we speak my heart pounds so wildly and myriads of butterflies flutter through the air?
What is this that makes time fly so ruthlessly fast when we are together?
What is this that makes my knees feel suddenly numb at the moment you shine on me with your look?
What are these teardrops coming down my face?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem