Sleep denies me
though thoughts of you do not
how beauteous a song is sung
by a melancholy heart
alone yet still with all such dreams
sweet sufferance is such
as you are far from me
and yet beside me in all such ways
is the sweetest whisper spoken
and in your name is found
the greatest smile
a dream may hold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem