Who Knows, Our Love? Poem by Yoseph Lupu

The You, which every day I search,
To make me, enormously feel,
Love and friendship, on this silent beach,
Leaving behind, disturbing tears!

May be I may, in this country find,
Near you, my dear flower of sight,
A moment of content, to my state of mind!
Please, take my hand, and give me your light!

Yes I say, to your full approach,
How sweet you are, on this brightly night!
Is it a dream, for your sweet touch?
Is it a true feeling, your love to find?

No, never think, that all these lines,
Can cover feelings, in a whole!
Who knows, the secrets of our minds?
Who can understand, their silent call?