To a poet

Do you know how much I long for you?

I am in fear that my hidden heart is revealed,

when I come to encounter with your trace?

 

Do you know how much I am afraid of you?

I am in fear that my dullness prevents me from feeling you,

when I read you one by one?

 

Do you know how much I want you?

I am in fear that I miss even one point of yours,

So always my eyes are filled with you.