I need to ask, you are so awesome:
“Are you to me human or art?”
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,
you’re 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, lack poetry.
So, go and leave me alone till dusk
or leave a week, I’ll pick you up;
I want to get used to being apart,
and without you, to create my plight.
I need a blank that need be filled,
I need a thorn that stings fulltime,
I need create winter sans leaves,
I need to love you one more time.
Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
