When I haven't seen your face,
Or felt the warmth of your embrace,
When you are but a thought,
Just a vision I have sought.
The love I feel, I need to know,
Where does my love go?
My love may ride the whirling wind,
But does it reach you in the end?
Can you feel love in the breeze,
Or hear me call, in rustling leaves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem