It may seem as though segregated,
Detatched from the one thee loves so,
Thee's aphrodite so far, yet near by heart
Let your love prolong, fight its way to destiny
Or so i think, and let thy thought linger in thy mind.
So i said, 'My dearest love, let it be love that shall fight this chasm by distance and not you to struggle..'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem