Penance of Sensitivity

For quite some time now...
I keep feeling
that if I can't see you
I might suffocate and die;
if I can't touch you
I won't be able to calm this restlessness anymore.

Suddenly, you too
wanted to meet me!
It seems...between us
there's some invisible thread.

Each time we've met,
I keep thinking...
this will be our last encounter.

Is it ever possible to know the forewarning of a final meeting?
I don't know.

With many people I've known,
though our last meeting has already happened,
I never wished for it in my heart.

Only with you—
I've asked my heart to know...
is this
my last time being near you?

If this moment could stop—
for eternity,
what would that be like?

Most of the time, we can't hear
the silent speech of our inner being.
As much as I could, in the feeling of joy,
I gave importance only to my own desire.

One day
I heard the cry
of the person within me...

Do you know what my soul wants?
Do you know why I think of you
with such reckless abandon?
Do you know how it feels
when you hold me close?
Do you know how much I love you?

If you knew all this, you too would be afraid—just like me.