I wish that I would hear you whisper my name
That when I turn around, you will be there.
I can imagine what your nearness will do to me...
I could easily be lost in your eyes
The ocean deep.
It is ironic that all I know about you are your eyes
Your eyes that are so compelling
So different from mine.
My eyes are pools of darkness
While yours mirror that of the sky.
Will that be enough?
Will it sustain what we both want?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem