I am thinking.
That's what Im supposed to do.
Only the topic is
What is different from my task.

I am ordered to translate,
Words, or so they claim.
Yet all I can translate,
Is the feeling in my chest
When i think of you
And your smile.

And so I translate.

I translate the happiness,
Looking at you gives me.

I translate the euphoria,
That burns my thoughts,
Whenever you're near.

I translate the feeling,
Of comfort and love,
The picture of you
Residing in my mind,
Gives me,
When I think of you.