You are the heavens.
And I am a man who watches the stars,
Yet every night
Is too afraid to fly.
You are the seas.
And I am a man who watches every wave,
Yet with every night
Is to afraid to swim.
You are a book.
And I am a man who reads each line,
Yet with each chapter
Is too afraid to turn the page.
You are the air.
And I am a man who is choked of breath,
Yet with every gasp
Is too afraid to breathe.
This is what you are to me.
Or what you are like in words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem