why do i ache.
can you tell me.
and i do when you gently.
i ache.
and knowing this gently, you do.
and even in sleep.
some how, when you gently, i move.
when you softly and gently, i ache.
and behind my eyes, i sleep.
watching the swans, i do.
i ache, watching one neck,
as it gracefully bends.
you do and gently, so gently.
and i in my sleep you state.
and rolling so gently with you, i do.
and i ache across waves, i'm blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was an Ouch poem and brought a tear, because, you describe exactly as I ache, I just try not to know it, but now I'm doomed. Great work, very clever in the repetitition of what makes us ache so...blue, is poetry in true terminal colour Smiling, because I am very good at it! Tai, wishing you a peaceful sunday