Whose writings are these?
I think I know now
Careful she’s taken though
What a shame
I miss those gorgeous eyes in snow
My mind must think it’s beguile
That I find solitude in her smile
Though we are distances apart here
It’s the brightest of a morning this year
Her smile lights up the room
Her hair tender as a broom
The only other sound is the sweep
I think I might weep
A beast at makeup she is.
And months to come before we part
And months to come before we part
Always full of life
Her voice sharp as a knife
Cuts through a board
It cuts through my heart
Like a prophet in trance
Her touch is like the sky coming to me
Like a sandstorm swaying in the desert,
Like a wind shaking a tree
She shakes my heart.
She has seen my soul
That through my dreamy eyes
Why is she taken?
Are my insane?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem