I feel there's a suspicion
About your existence
As if you are my true love
There's all the time
A swaying thinking
Love -is it for mine?
Really do I deserve this?
And when it is manifested
When shades are off
Your unseen presence
Goes into oblivion
In rude reality
You are as far as you were so near
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem