Longed for, lived through, and with eyes
Still misting, looked back on
Its sacred ground shadowless is.
Its shrine, sunned upon.
Doctrine of its devotees
Dictates it! As pure
As hope. Perfect as belief.
Of eternal nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poetic capture of Love.. still, it will linger a mystery.. undefined.. just to live and be.. A unique poetry.. Best regards.