Poetry,,,

[kaoru]

Life, I didn't live,
My heart, all its pieces..

I was away (from the world)
like someone mad,
your love has told me,
I haven't lived my life..


I write on the winds
your name, with my eyes..
With the shadow of my hands,
I'll hold your shadow..

You're the word of love,
around which,
there be a margin of my arms..

[Here I'm talking about the margin created on paper while writing, so that Poet(which is i ofcource) can save his 'word' of love, i.e. her.]

Your eyes are a turquoise colored canal,
where, in the water of dreams, our house exists.
Such I am without you,
as a morning of desert..


You fill in my breath,
away from both the worlds,
I wish to come and meet you,
O my beloved..