Just to have your point of view
doesn't help at all
just to have a picture of you
won`t ease this thirst
it means nothing at all
if you wave me goodbye,
but the way your face shines
makes me fall and cry
all is well that ends
on a poor man`s heart
nothingness becomes everything
and joy embraces his heart
hear my whisper
hear my soul
love is near
love me do...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem