Hold me again before I'm lost forever in wilderness
The last hand I held vanished in the darkness
She was closer than my heart,
Better reflection than my shadow
In my war with the world of perfidiousness
The only absolute truth of my heart
Is my imperfect love for her dispersing in a rainbow
Colored in the sorrow and joy of every morrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
close than heart, great love.10
Thnk u sir, i appreciate it