The night is dark,
the wind a chill,
and you're asleep,
over the hill.
So many thoughts
race through my mind.
I'm seeking peace.
what will I find?
Are there answers?
Are they from above?
And what is life?
Or what is love?
Or who am I?
And what do I know?
And where are we?
Or where will we go?
There is one thought
I know is true.
My life was empty
till I met you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem