the time has
arrived
when our kind of love
takes another
form of endearment
you cook my
breakfast as i take my
shower
early morning
i smell good and you
call my name
and then after i am done
we take time
to pray and eat
our breakfast together
we both feel good talking
about all those sorts
of things
we have nothing in particular
as time passes
so slowly
without our knowing
that we have
arrived to a place
where we have
come from a long long
time ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem