My heart’s a fast talker 
When it comes to my guy. 
So I sit and do listen 
To it’s uncanny replies 
As it soothes and unruffles 
The demands of my mind. 
As if I were listening 
To waves on a beach 
Whose lapping of shores 
To my soul they do reach 
Often easing the pain 
Though just comforting thoughts. 
Yet after a while 
The chill of the breeze 
And setting of sun 
Sends my chest to my knees 
Before making me walk 
From the voice in my breast.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    