I need to ask, for you are so awesome:
“Are you to me human or art?โ
I look at you and tear my poems
and before you, verses fade out.
You are the poetry. Others are prose.
You are the poetry, the unique one,
youโre inspiration in overdose,
the world to me seems washed in the Sun.
Many a day, you walk by me,
and day by day we stay so close,
that beloved word “I do love thee”
became so common a toast propose.
When all your being is given to me,
I take the World, no secrecy,
kiss becomes copy repeatedly
I say wise things that lack poetry.
So, go and leave me alone till dusk
or leave for a week and Iโll pick you up;
I want to get used to being apart,
and without you, to create my plight.
I need a blank that needs to be filled,
I need a thorn that stings fulltime,
I need to create a winter sans leaves,
I need to love you one more time.
Translation from Albanian into English
