In my heart your lips remain kissing,
and into my thoughts your face do sneak,
where longing for you do things to me,
the next thing I know I find you in a poem
when the days and dates sometimes pass me,
sometimes through life there is uproar,
it's you that stand before me in my inner-eye
as if from somewhere you are always peeping at me,
when destiny tells me about transience
and I am scared that you are only in my memories
then I find you again in reality,
where I hear from you or see you for a day or two,
momentarily you do bring to me great meaning
and I know that you are deep in my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem