As my eyes lose sight of you,
my head and heart do not,
over and over I think of you,
and what I dream of for us.
I spend minutes- hours- days,
and yet you're still
running across my mind.
I'm afraid to tell you how I feel,
which is why I write all this.
And you know when I write about you...
You read my work and know,
know you're the muse in my writing.
You know me more than I wished,
you know the good- bad- ugly,
but yet you see me for me.
You know more than my words can say,
more than my heart can feel,
you know more than I could ever understand,
and you know my fears- about you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem