You know just like the ocean,
Where waves go back and come back to was the sand away,
Is the same way you are to me -like
Every time you come you pick something
At a point I thought we could re-write this to a perfect story
One we'd narrate when years erode,
But I guess just like the tide
My hopes rise every time and wow
You play it so well
Like you put me down in ways only you can
Am in an entanglement,
For every one I love or try
My heart longs for the medicine,
It's remedy,
And in all I come back to you,
I want to say it's obsession,
Though I don't have you in my possession,
Just like the way the water drips through the palms,
It's the way you are going to let me out of your life
But I know in all this strife,
I realize this story,
We shan't narrate,
And if you come,
Perhaps then I'll be aware
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem