My feet have grown tired to the countless miles
They've walked to see you once more
They've searched high and low
To find such words to accomidate
Such a beauty
Small pebbles of sand cover the vast array of hills
Hidden through the dryest of valleys
These deserts have ever tasted
Still my eyes hunger for such a taste
Fit only for a king and his legion of followers
But yet fit for a king and none of his followers
Still selfish to the ways hidden
Through untold eyes and seen masquades
As vast amounts of fortunes could never compare
Still these legs feel the pain that longs only for your touch
As rain clouds are hardly seen
Perhaps more than you'll ever know
Perhaps more than I'll ever know
They cross the sands as shadows eventually fade
They cross the skies as stars eventually fade
Cotton woven breaths breathed by the hands of creation
Along the ridges of shadows of the moments you'll never see
As the clouds contunue to move while everything remains the same
Across the satin sands that prove more than a chance of your love as a puddle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem