Your touch is so passionate and gentle, but yet has the power to bring me to my knees with fear.
Your touch helps me courageously concur all the unknown fears in the world, but so quickly shows me my true fear…… myself.
Your touch comforts me when I can no longer take the dreadful pains of living, but you yourself cause it.
Your touch condemns the agony of being alone, but often leaves me in a state of unworthiness.
I ask myself why you are so powerful, but the answer lingers with your every touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem